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's breath hitched, but she didn't move. Her mind raced but the man behaved like nothing happened at all. He continued the massage, his hands gliding over her now bare back with ease.

He worked his way down her spine, his touch firm but never painful. And slowly, her mind began to drift, lulled by the rhythm of his movements. It had been so long since she had felt this relaxed, this at ease.

His hands moved down to her legs, massaging the backs of her thighs and calves with the same care and precision. When he reached her feet, he spent extra time there, his fingers working out the tension that had built up from days of stress and exhaustion. Seraphina let out another soft sigh, feeling the last remnants of tension leave her body.

When Raven returned to her shoulders, he repeated the same motions, his hands moving in slow, deliberate circles. She had almost drifted off when his voice cut through the haze of relaxation.

The Massage Therapy (II)