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THE TWIN

*sexual content, gore, reverse harem* Satrya had taken over the body of her sister who was legally pronounced dead...with this, the downside becomes, a woman who is ignorant in the way of the world she has entered into. The upside; Tasties, grand Matriarch, World core and most importantly Mates. With the bits and pieces of her sister’s memories, Satrya is sort of surviving in a world that she had once looked at from within the darkness. Spending time to gain the knowledge that she lacks while failing at times. This story is about how Satrya learns through trial and error on becoming the Grand Matriach of the Lyricals, her previous life and survival with her mates. Side note: this book is a reverse harem. if this is not your cup of tea, do not continue reading further if you find it offensive. This book also includes smut. With all-male leads ending up with female lead. Satrya also has both explicit language and scenes... but as it goes on... It will be explained, in better detail. So don’t feel annoyed with the amount of fs she uses. This is my first published book, so please don’t rate me to hard...??? Original work by me

SUPER_WEIRDO · Fantasia
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152 Chs

The heavens?

I was noisy, the sound coming from my mouth could be said to be utterly pleasant for the ears, after all, I am a Lyrical.

Still, the fact was... I was super noisy making yells and shouts. I have every right to be noisy damn that damn goddess!

How dare this light bulb for a woman knock me unconscious?!

She deserves death damn it!

Ah, my head, ah I'm so hungry, sigh, I really feel like I am starving to death here.

Opening my eyes, I looked around and kind of wished I didn't, yup oblivion was so blissful.

Poor stupid me opened my eyes and saw my surroundings, this place was for sure not home.

The place was disgusting, bones of various shapes and sizes chained to the ugly grey wall.

What the hell though couldn't the prison look more depressing ah.

Even the rotting Corpse opposite me still had the dry husk of flesh.

What the hell are gods suppose to become dust when dead or something?

Or were these other beings like me?

No way!