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

And Seraphina did try to focus on the task at hand - learning the new spell - but it was impossible to ignore the way her body responded to his proximity.

Every time he adjusted her position or his fingers brushed lightly against her skin, it sent ripples of heat coursing through her. His voice, low and soothing, made it difficult to concentrate, even though she knew she needed to master this spell quickly.

"Focus, Seraphina," the man whispered again in her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Feel the magic flowing within you. The power of motion isn't just about moving objects, it's about understanding the currents of energy that surround everything."

Seraphina closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to follow his guidance. She could feel the magic stirring inside her, a gentle pulse that vibrated beneath her skin. It was like a soft hum, a sensation that was both foreign and familiar at the same time.

Spell of Motion (II)