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

The next morning, I woke up to a pain rising up my arm. I slowly opened my eyes to the bright sunlight coming in through my room.

The window held many wonders of the buildings rising up and going down as they stood on a hilly ground. The light glimmering off the towering skyscrapers made me realise we had chosen a hospital in or near the heart of the capital of Adrian.

My eyes shifted to look at the sofa but they didn't find the man who had been there to answer nearly all of my questions. Then I felt the sharp pain on my arm as I tried to support myself on it to see if he was in the room.

The yelp left my mouth as I noticed the blood bag hanging on the stand. At that moment, I realised that he had possibly left the room so that he didn't feel thirsty for blood on seeing it.

'I thought he could control it though,' I mused. 'Otherwise, how can he be someone who is able to beat people or punch them until they bleed?'

~ 142: An Excuse - Part 5 ~