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

I sat and wrote my letter sincerely, crying a few tears as I wondered how they were living in the only home near the sea without me or any other relative of theirs close to their house. The last I had heard was them living well enough with some difficulties that came up as my mum's health was a little off as she visited the mountains for the fruits more often.

That had been quite a long time ago that I couldn't remember when I had spoken on the phone with them in a place where the signal was mostly poor. Hence, the people there were as good as backward and could live without their phones most of the time.

When I finished, I turned to look at Lucas, whose brows had come closer due to the extent of his deep concentration. I rubbed away the stream left by the tears and rested my chin on my hands as I watched him work seriously. The sight of him looked too good to be true that for a moment my mind nearly strayed off to a dangerous place.

~ 146: Trading Secrets and Ideas - Part 2 ~