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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]

Keeping a cautious distance, I walked behind Seraphina, watching her unsteady steps as she made her way toward the dormitory building.

Every so often, she'd pause, look around as if lost in thought, and then continue walking, muttering softly to herself. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I could tell she was upset—probably more upset than I'd initially realized.

The anger in her steps slowly started to dull into something sluggish and tired, but I still kept my distance, my hands shoved into the pockets of my jacket as I resisted the urge to call out to her.

Despite the fact that she was upset with me and she probably didn't want to see me right now, I needed to make sure she got to her room safely. At almost two in the morning, this place could be unpredictable, with drunken girls wandering about and, worse, trying to provoke trouble.

A Cautious Distance