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

They finished their candlelight dinner while talking softly and laughing together. Seraphina was everything Arwan could have ever hoped for as his mate, even more.

She was intelligent, witty, strong, but also caring and soft when she wanted to be. As they sipped their wine, he couldn't help but admire the way she moved, the way she spoke, the sound of her laughter. He felt an immense sense of gratitude to have her by his side.

After dinner, she surprised him again by pulling out a guitar. It was something he never expected - her playing an instrument from the Mortal world. He watched, entranced, as her fingers moved skillfully over the strings, producing a soft, melodious tune that filled the air.

The music was gentle, soothing, and completely mesmerizing. Her eyes were closed as she played and he found himself getting fully immersed in the melody.

The Silk Curtains (I)