SUPER_WEIRDO

*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

THE TWIN

Memories of my useless sister as a child rose. This woman had been nice to us; teaching us how to control our voice when we could not, how to withdraw the power as a child because we tended to take the will of those around us with a word.


Memories that were locked for some reason.


I could not understand what was happening, really I had a few months ago gotten my life on track, my husband was treated as the first male, the stalker second... The alpha well just the alpha.. And the contract was drawn for the secretary but I for some reason did not have the guts to make my secretary sign it because even if I was drawn to him, I just wanted him to have a single woman... And those twins.. I sighed at that thought; I was still trying to figure both them out and my husbands look a like... Ah and on that I found out he was the twin to my husband to. 


Another sigh escaped me, this pitiful looking-somewhat-older Version of myself spoke in a lamenting tone. 


Memory lane (multiple pov)