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

When the young Matriarch fell face forward suddenly after taking a mouthful of wine, the entire feast went silent. It had to be known that the young Matriarch had a "temper" so in order for things to go smoothly, food must be provided and she needed to be distracted. 


Both fathers stood on opposing sides of their second born child, first born daughter with pure adoration for this precious daughter of theirs. 


One as the next grand Matriarch and the other as the first born daughter. 


Together they were the true blood of the old Matriarch , the remaining bloodline borne from her womb, the second a general and the first husband a member on the council. 


While they prepared for what will occur next, a loose circle of the elders faced outward who began to sing the song for healing. 


The mother stood directly behind her regal form straight eyes forward even if she ached to shift to her lyrical form and hold her young.


Why?