superAyan

Synopsis:

Amara hid her beauty since she was young. Her mother told her that her beauty might become her ruin, therefore she wore a mask and hid the scar that her mother had given her. When she met Gerard who accepted her despite her ugliness, she believed he was the man destined for her. 

But her fantasy was mercilessly broken after her lover sold her to an old nobleman for a pouch of gold coins.

She then met Azer, a man working at a bakery. Azer, who strikes her as a mysterious guy who suddenly appeared and invaded her broken heart which she swore to never let be swayed by another again, kept pouring her attention and kindness.

Can Amara trust a man again? Or will she forever cage her heart on the walls she built herself?

But what happens if, along the way of treasuring her newfound love, she learns that the scar she bears isn't just a simple scar, but a mark of a curse? As she gathers and unfolds the hidden and lost memories of her childhood, slowly, her identity is revealed. And so does the mystery surrounding Azer.

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This novel is the next series after the story of Kyden and Mona [Summoned by a Pretend Villainess]. The novels aren't connected, but the world-building is the same. The characters were living in the same world. Check it out too^^

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- superAyan

The Alpha's Cursed Luna

Tiny pokes and tickling brushes that rubbed and ran slowly in her arms stirred Amara from her deep sleep. Her eyelids fluttered open slightly and her lips curved up into a shy smile after being greeted by those toned abdominal muscles before her.

The fingers crawling in her arm moved to her neck and stopped at her chin, lifting it up for him to see. She blinked her eyes and glimpsed at his dark hair swept to the back, the ends peeking at the crevice of his neck, curled up and quite messy.

Azer's deep voice echoed. Amara lifted her arms and played with his bed hair, scooping the ends with his dainty fingers and rubbing them repeatedly in an attempt to straighten them. Yet once she let go, the ends would curl again.

She playfully pulled his hair as she answered, "I'm not yet hungry. But I need to eat now, right? For our baby."

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