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

"Aren't you done yet?" he yelled. "We barely have a minute remaining —"

I blast through the door, rubbing the towel on my wet hair. He had been screaming my head for quite a long time when I couldn't shut my shields due to my lack of strength and energy. It had gotten so annoying that I would have broken the door down if I wasn't naked.

For someone who looked like the devil's child, he was dressed in a navy blue shirt and white pants. I was out in a dark green shirt and black pants, which were as formal as his, though his had a small emblem of polo on the left side of the shirt on top of his chest.

I was glad we hadn't gone into matching our clothes like some couples would and that he respected my decision to stay with Aidan despite the things he had done. Just the thought of it made me shake my head and come back to reality.

~ 163: Sweetness in The Flames and Sparks in The Waves - Part 3 ~