Seaquin

Zeriel is a powerful CEO, a multi-billionaire known for his cold and ruthless demeanor, a man who has everything,except a heart open to love. To the world, he’s a shrewd businessman with no tolerance for weakness or attachment, but in truth, Zeriel hides a far darker secret. He is not human, but a hybrid of two fae lineages: one dark, one light. Born with ethereal wings and supernatural powers, he’s spent his life concealing his true identity, blending seamlessly into the human world. But Zeriel’s existence is shadowed by a curse: he is destined to die at thirty, a fate decreed at birth for being an “abomination” in the eyes of his people.

To escape this grim destiny, Zeriel fled the fae realm and made a life among humans, focused solely on finding a way to break the curse. Love is not only unimportant to him; he believes it is a weakness, a trap for the foolhardy. Until he meets her: a human woman whose spirit challenges and infuriates him in equal measure. He despises her fiery resilience, her ability to see through his hardened exterior—but he is helplessly drawn to her, feeling emotions that had long ago turned to dust within him.

As he battles his growing feelings, Zeriel is thrust into a dilemma. If he opens his heart to love, will he weaken himself and risk his only chance at survival? Or could this forbidden love hold the key to saving his life, transforming him into something his people could never imagine?

Join Zeriel on a perilous journey where dark secrets unravel, battles are waged in both realms, and one love could alter the fate of two worlds. Will he defy his curse, or will his heart betray him when he needs it most?

The cursed fae prince;Fated to die

The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow in the bedroom. Zeriel stirred in his bed, slowly waking up to the sounds coming from the kitchen. At first, he couldn't make out what was happening, but as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, the clattering of pans and the aroma of something cooking became more apparent.

Curiosity piqued, Zeriel swung his legs out of bed and slipped into his slippers. He left his room and followed the scent of breakfast as he made his way down the hallway. The kitchen door was slightly ajar, and as he approached, he couldn't help but overhear a conversation within.

Inside, Alisha was standing by the kitchen island, watching Ryan, her best friend, as he bustled around the stove. Alisha wore a quizzical expression as she asked, "Ryan, why are you cooking so early?"

A curlinary catastrophe