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

Anger etched on my brows and I bit my lips. I couldn't believe that I was still standing and letting him take it from me. I, the one who stopping people from taking advantage of my friends, was letting this happen to me.

'Escape,' my mind reminded me. 'Do it!'

When his hand started to slide under the chemise to get underneath it, I didn't wait to act victim again. I slammed his chest with my hand.

"Argh!" he screamed, clutching his bleeding wound as my long case knife pierced his skin. "You..."

He couldn't complete his sentence as I took out the knife, making him yelp in agony again. I watched him bleed, without a care of how deep the wound was for him to stay alive. I knew that the knife didn't reach his heart so that would be enough to let him, unfortunately.

~ 125: Brewing Trouble - Part 4 ~