Shu_ri

There's always a price for defying destiny. 
Born with a power to make men irresistibly in love with her, Laleen dreams of experiencing a love unbound by her powers. But a man like that could never exist in her life due to the curse placed on her when she was just a baby.
When her soul is exchanged with another's after an encounter with the witch who cursed her as a baby, Laleen is giving an opportunity to start her life anew and maybe, get the love story she has always wanted. Except... how is her curse still with her despite now becoming another person in another world? 
As Stephanie, Laleen meets Shane, a mysterious man who for some reason isn't affected by her powers. Not thinking that a man such as himself could exist in this world, Laleen is deeply drawn to him.
Due to unforseen circumstances, they end up together as husband and wife. 
But Shane isn't just a mysterious man who refuses to love her. He bears his own secrets and a great trauma that Laleen is yet to uncover and may be the key to unlocking his unyielding heart.
As Laleen's quest for love is greatly challenged by a witch's thirst for revenge, secrets are unveiled and stories of the past are brought to question. 
Can Laleen find the true love she so seeks? Will Shane's heart ever be opened to her? Can a love thriving without destiny's divine permission ever see the light?
Or will it be burnt to ashes, buried in the cold dark hands of fate's cruelty.

*COVER IS MINE. PLEASE DO NOT USE*

In-between Our Destinies

She found herself asking her husband the same question a few hours later. It had turned dark and he stood waiting for her by the door with a slight bubbling annoyance masking his expression.

She was all dressed up, wearing a pastel blue dress with shimmering stones and diamond earrings.

There wasn't much difference in the way he dressed from the other times she'd seen him. He still had that long dark coat that clung to him and swept past the wind with every step he took.

Almost like he didn't bother to make an effort to look good. Not like he needed to.

Her eyes turned thoughtful as she got closer, her heels clinking on the floor with every step. The color of the shoes matched her dress.

"Do you believe in Karma, Mr. Degavon?" She found the words tumbling out of her lips before she could think.

Her reaction to her own words was a slight grimace. Why did she say that?

A GOOD SHOW