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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

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152 Chs

Primordial universe zero of hunger

After all, enough was enough!

This battle will most likely determine my survival there is no need to hold back.

Pushing to my feet the gaping hold slowly closing I was still too late in avoiding the next attack and was forced to cry out in pain.

Ah, Thoughts are so fast, the images in your mind can flit by displaying an entire day's scenario but in reality asking your body, screaming at it, begging it to react just as fast. Heh.

It is just not possible.

In this situation, I am simply the perfect example.

One hand held me in place, the other two delivered the first punch, second... Fourth... Eighth. I felt the pain of my flesh tearing.

Heard the crush of bone and the rapid healing.

*squelch*

*Bam*

*crack*

Creating a rhythm.

In a way, I hate my mother. 

If I count my shells I had died a total of four times. 

Split in half then torn apart the first time.