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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.]

Alancaster · Fantasia
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212 Chs

I Have Waited

He had changed.

Izekiel calmly stood in the shadows, and everything about him looked strange, unfamiliar, and odd. His eyes were devoid of any light or even life, the dark alluring gaze of his was now stained with a red as dark as blood. A fatal aura danced within those callous eyes. He no longer looked like the Izekiel she knew, what stood in front of her was a shell devoid of any light or warmth.

Above all, he didn't look real.

"Izekiel..." she whisper, the grief in her voice was uncalled for, and for a moment she almost forgot all the reasons she should be careful.

After the separation that was for too long, she found her gaze taking every part of him. His hair had grown even longer, let loose in a way she would have found alluring if it was not for the amused yet chilling smile that curved up his familiar lips.

A traitorous part of her ached to hold him, to pour her heart out and let him know all that she had feared to admit before.