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Caught Between Two Worlds

All Celestine ever wanted was to be someone powerful so that she won't be looked down upon. That was what she wished on a blissful night. And that very wish made her life go downhill years later ever since she came across a sacred pendant. When an invitation lands on her lap to the most prestigious university of Adrian, nothing could stop her from going there. That is until her life gets entwined with two men, the cruellest foes of each other which she wishes to escape from. But the universe paints a different picture. On a dreary day, she falls to her near-death and finds herself in the ancient land of Vitalis. With an unintentionally committed crime to her name, she must face the justice of the place where mercy is invaluable and death is inevitable and of little value. And so her trial begins at the mercy of the tainted hands of the Masked Tyrant. Alastair Arden Waldorf. Ruthless, cold-blooded and faceless. When things turn for the worse, will she be able to return to her land and not be involved in a terrifying history? Will she save, kill or escape from the tyrant to the other two men when he shall come for her? Shall love prevail between the two or will they stick to their time to avoid an inevitable curse? ~ WARNING: Mature Content (18+) Cover Design: imagineTishaD (Webnovel) Image Credit: fromKITnoc (DeviantArt) Want to support and interact with the author? Discord: https://discord.gg/ptUDZFYcU8 Fandom: https://realmsofmagic.fandom.com/wiki/Realms_Of_Magic_Wiki Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rose.of.blues/

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~ 82: Never A Lovely, Placid Place - Part 3 ~

The torment had just started though I hadn't made any error. I pursed my lips, stopped cutting my meat and breathed in deeply three times. I was still trying to keep my calm and forbearance while also remembering that I must avoid all eyes at all costs.

Yet every movement was killing me inside out, wishing me to act to save myself with the king's help and yet not, for if the man seated on my left found a way out, I would be at his mercy and regretting my decision for the rest of my life.

His hands still prowled on my leg and a moment later, he squished my thigh so tightly that I nearly dropped my knife. I had to bow my head and bury my head in my loosely tied hair to save my burning face.

His hand moved up my leg so tenderly that I clutched my knife and fork. When it went up much higher than any sane person would venture, I took the fork to stab his wicked hand. I held the fork hard enough to ensure that it didn't clatter to the floor and fluster me.