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The Tyrant's Accidental Consort

“It’s not the stars that hold my destiny, I do.” Nesrin had lived a life which was never truly hers, she followed the path laid for her by others to fit in and to make everyone happy. She was a school prodigy, and pursued a career in the medical line as per her mother's wish. But this kind of life was suffocating her, and so when her last day came there was no grief, but her heart was full of so many regrets. Just when she thought everything would end, Nesrin found herself in the life of a character from her favorite novel. However, even in this world her fate was already decided. She has transmigrated inside a character that lives a short life and dies tragically. This time she will not be bound by her destiny. She will pave her own path and live the life she has always dreamt of. However, a life inside the palace is not as easy as it seems. This world of fantasy is much harsher than the world she came from. Can she really uphold her bold words? ____ "You are the worst" he whispered against her ear, "The worst kind of person who makes me feel so right, so out of control" When she didn't protest, he leaned in closer to her and touched her lips with his. That was all-just a touch, small, soft and teasing tempting touch. His gaze lifted to meet hers. "But if I can see you like this...this look on your face as if you want it all. I don't mind practicing a little control." Nesrin wanted to run away, he was like a fire that could devour her whole. She knew it would lead to no good endings, but a small part of her wanted to see how close she could get to this fire without burning. ____ Newest Novel: The Duke's Secret Sin Kindly check it out and let me know your honest feedback ^^ Please note that the novel can only be found by searching the title, not through my profile [Discord: discord.gg/4SnntNfgsP ] [The cover picture is not mine and has been taken from pinterest, all credit goes to the respective owner.]

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Trojan Horse

The obsidian sky with scattered silver tears embraced the Valley of Gods warmly, gracing the land once again with its ambient hues and where the walls ended, that same warmth transcended towards a chilling cold.

Wind that day was like serpent of ice, coiling around the hearts of men.

There is no sound among the army that hid and watched the valley from afar, yet everyone is moving, pacing, and fumbling among themselves.

Some knight walk back and forth and take occasional glances towards the distant lights of town.

They were shrouded with darkness, and no enemy could see them from that but the air was thick with tension.

The commander of the general clenched his jaw tight, his leg rapped up and down urgently and his eyes stayed rooted towards the giant gate of the valley.

Any time now, a signal would be sent... or it won't. If it never comes, then the last grasp of hope would be shattered as well.

Or if the signal comes...