RoseOfBlues

All Celestine ever wanted was to be someone powerful so that she won't be looked down upon. That was what she wished on a blissful night. And that very wish made her life go downhill years later ever since she came across a sacred pendant.

When an invitation lands on her lap to the most prestigious university of Adrian, nothing could stop her from going there. That is until her life gets entwined with two men, the cruellest foes of each other which she wishes to escape from. But the universe paints a different picture.

On a dreary day, she falls to her near-death and finds herself in the ancient land of Vitalis. With an unintentionally committed crime to her name, she must face the justice of the place where mercy is invaluable and death is inevitable and of little value.

And so her trial begins at the mercy of the tainted hands of the Masked Tyrant.
Alastair Arden Waldorf. Ruthless, cold-blooded and faceless.

When things turn for the worse, will she be able to return to her land and not be involved in a terrifying history? Will she save, kill or escape from the tyrant to the other two men when he shall come for her? Shall love prevail between the two or will they stick to their time to avoid an inevitable curse?

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WARNING: Mature Content (18+)

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Caught Between Two Worlds

'Were foreigners not allowed here or were only the verified ones allowed to enter the land?' was the question that penetrated through my head.

I didn't know if I should look at him and accept the offer. I could already feel how much trouble he would get into for making a home for a foreigner if he got caught.

"Kind sir, would it not be better for you to not involve yourself with me and land in trouble?" I asked as I looked at his short, stout stature. "Your business would be shut down and you would not have a morsel to feed your family, lest they imprisoned you."

"Tell me your name first, little one," he said as he gently pushed me down on a chair. "I am Rafferty Grant. And if you must know, I have not made a family in the past twenty-five years of my life. I have passed my prime and would like to live it in peace. The only heirs to my place are my nephews and nieces, who visit once in a while."

~ 68: The Ill-fated Realm - Part 2 ~