Nightsummer20

[A Reverse Harem Fantasy Romance] 

"Wherever there are shadows, there has to be a light"

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Seraphina Winters, the Mafia Queen of the 21st century, dies at the age of 28 in an assassination attempt and finds herself facing the trial that will decide her place in the afterlife, i.e. - heaven or hell. 

However, a weird situation occurs when her bad deeds turn out to be equal to her good deeds performed during her mortal life. To solve the situation, the Council of Afterlife offers her a chance to increase her good deeds and secure her place in heaven. As for the offer - marry the Shadow Lords and revive the cursed land of Shadow City. The council even offers her their newly created system to help her with the impossible task.

Dressed in an all-black wedding gown, Seraphina finds herself outside a haunted castle in the depths of a haunted city. 

From here begins Seraphina's journey of handling her four very hot but dangerous husbands while bringing a very dead city back to life with the help of the system.

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Promised To The Shadows

Seraphina stepped out of the study and found Arwan waiting for her, leaning against the railing with his arms crossed.

The soft glow of lanterns, mixed with the deep shadows of the night, was casting an ethereal glow on him. He looked impossibly handsome, his features more defined in the low light, and her heart skipped a beat just seeing him there.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice soft but curious as her gaze locked onto his.

He lifted his head, his deep emerald eyes meeting hers. A tender and beautiful smile curved his lips as he pushed himself off the railing and took a step toward her. "Waiting for you," he said simply, his voice rich and smooth.

Before Seraphina could ask why, Arwan extended his hand toward her. There was no hesitation in her as she slipped her hand into his, feeling the familiar warmth of his skin. His grip was gentle yet firm, as if he was afraid to let her go but also didn't want to overwhelm her.

Love Confessions (I)