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Dear Immortal Tyrant

[Mature Content.] "I'll always be by your side, next to you, on top of you, behind you... The choice is yours to make." An immortal who has lived a millennium... He went by many names, many lives, many titles, but one stuck with him the most... Kaden. One look and you'd think you've met the devil. Dangerous, devious, and indifferent, people always bowed their heads to him—except for the woman that brought the tyrant to his knees. A woman with a special ability and curse... Lina. She was cursed with clairvoyance—the ability to see a person's close or far future. When most don't remember their childhood, Lina remembered her first life. Since birth, she had repeated nightmares about a man who supposedly died. 1000 years after his death, Lina sees him again, and he wants everything to do with her. Unfortunately, there's nowhere in this world she could go that he couldn't find her. What'd happen to the frightened Lina and the devious Kaden? Will they find love again? Will she run from the truth? Would he let her leave? A human girl and an immortal, together... it is a love that sent the world to its knees. + + + + + Warning: Strong sexual content. You might get addicted to the book ;) Connect with me: Instagram: www.instagram.com/xincerely_author Facebook: www.facebook.com/xincerelywriter/ Email: xincerely1@gmail.com Cover: A commissioned art piece drawn by Laylee Hui. All rights exclusive. Editor: diane_loves_2_read

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Come And Have A Taste

"I know about Mila's relationship with the gardener," Altan whispered, pulling her closer, curling a finger under her chin. She stared up at him naive as a doe in a forest.

"The elders do not and will not accept the relationship," Altan continued. "The elders will never accept a marriage with the poor."

"Mila's relationship?" Lina echoed, feigning ignorance even though she knew the truth. As well as a terrifying revelation that had left both sisters speechless.

"Yangs hail from royal blood," Altan boldly declared. "You are blue-blooded, but us Medeors are mixed. I'm just a mutt."

"Altan, you know I do not like to hear such words from your mouth," Lina muttered. "I do not care, I—"

"So when the elders wage over the dinner table, you must reject it. You must tell them that you—"

"Third Young Master!"