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The Luna's Sinful Lover

“If there’s a second life, I vow to make your life as miserable as you made mine.” ―Aesther vows with her dying breath. They were once each other’s sole companion, but while she sought his warmth, he was a man with a wretched soul. Ezrahl stained the pages of her life in blood, he burned her world while she helplessly watched. When Aesther thought all hope had gone, she finds herself back in the past, before their destinies have taken a cruel turn. Ezrahl is still as charming as ever, with his secretive smile that makes the hearts of people waver and that intense sincere gaze that is deceivingly refreshing. This time, however, Aesther knows what must be done. She had sworn to kill him or be killed while doing so. But when she lives through her second life, and she sees her past events from a different perspective, Aesther finds herself near a truth that is far more unsettling than anything Ezrahl makes her feel. Will she be able to make things right after being given a second chance? Or will the frightening truth devour everything she treasures? [Warning R18: Mature themes, and smut.] + + + Thanks for stopping by! Just a heads up, this is my first time exploring the world of werewolves, but they won't be the only mythical beings in this story. The focus here will primarily be on the character growth of Aesther, and her quest for re-claiming and re-discovering herself. Romance is a secondary plot device, and once it does start to unravel, there will be some mature scenes as well. Release Rate: 10 Chapters/Week (minimum). + + + Instagram: @a.lan.caster Discord: Lancaster#9963 [The credits of the cover belong to its respective owner. ]

Alancaster · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
154 Chs

A Festival of Stars

Her eyes softly fluttered open.

There was cold grass underneath, and up ahead, Aesther saw the gentle winds thread through the willow leaves as they mused in the night.

A great many colourful cards and ribbons were tied to the willow branches, each one of them hiding the wishes of their writers.

"The Star Festival…" Aesther murmured in realization.

She got up from the ground, her gaze carefully taking in every detail about herself and her surroundings. Aesther was still wearing the same clothes.

The air was refreshing.

A gentle scent of countless delicacies whispered with the winds. And where the small hill of the willow ended, lay a town gilded with lights and zeal. It brimmed with liveliness. 

There were ornated lanterns and ornate streets, people dressed in festive clothes, and the alleys brimmed with liveliness. A parade dressed in elaborate costumes marched throughout the streets.