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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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~ 95: A Hazardous Territory - Part 1 ~

"You're still here," said a voice behind me.

I was so startled that I jumped on my chair and nearly fell from it. Then I placed my hand over my thundering heart on understanding the unbelievable situation.

He was awake and about, dressed in a grey suit. He didn't wear his fancy mask this time. Instead, he was wearing a monocle with a fake moustache and soul patch. His fringes had been tamed to not sit on his forehead and his hair was side-partitioned.

With the additional scars drawn on his smooth face, he looked unrecognisable, with or without his mask, though I wasn't certain about the latter. All of it except for the emerald green eyes.

After surveying his face, I analysed how I had risen my head from the bed while sitting on the chair when I had slept with my head on the chair.