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 It all started with losing her mother, getting thrown into a boarding school, and then having the rumored witch-like princess of the kingdom desire her and want her by all means necessary. But it isn't the innocent type of desire she had expected. It's something much darker than she could ever handle. 
 
 
 
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 Sera didn't think her life would ever take a turn for the worst until her worthless father remarried her mother's half sister and, on her orders, sent Sera to a boarding school that was far off in a different kingdom—Elysium High, an all-girls academy for the most prestigious daughters in all of the seven kingdoms.
 
 In Elysium, only the most powerful could survive, as even the prettiest and most innocent-looking faces had skeletons in their closests and would ruin anyone or anything that got in their way. Unfortunately for innocent and naive Sera, she would become the newest prey of Elysium, and everyone wants a piece of the beautiful redhead. 
 
 But what happens when the most unexpected person also takes an interest in her?
 
Electra's name alone was enough to get the entire school shaking in fear. Not only was she the only heir to the most powerful kingdom in the realm, she was also known as the cold-hearted queen of Elysium High. Nothing and no one ever caught Electra's attention, until the arrival of Sera, where everything changed. 
 
 And all it took was for clumsy Sera to bump into the most powerful one of them all. 

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THIS BOOK IS RATED 18+! It contains matured content such as:

 ⁃ Bullying 

⁃ Smut (BDSM included)

⁃ Violence.  

 So read with caution, and don't say you weren't warned!

Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]

It had been days since I last spoke to Seraphina, and the silence was starting to gnaw at me. At first, I thought it was just coincidence—her being busy, our schedules misaligned—but as the days turned into a week, it became glaringly obvious. Seraphina was avoiding me.

I'd catch glimpses of her around campus, always surrounded by my group of friends—Irina, Roxana, Pen, and Deena. She suddenly looked so natural with them, laughing and chatting as though this was her real life, as though we weren't stuck in some fabricated alternate reality.

Every time I tried to approach, she either walked off or pretended not to see me.

At first, I gave her the benefit of the doubt. I told myself that maybe it was all just a coincidence, and I was overthinking things for no reason, but as her avoidance became more deliberate, I couldn't help but feel irritated.

Loneliness