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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]

When my eyes fluttered open, the familiar black-and-white scenery I had hoped for was nowhere to be found. Instead, I was standing in the middle of the auditorium of Elysium Girls High.

For a moment, I blinked, trying to put together what was happening. The space was buzzing with voices and shuffling feet, but something felt distinctly off.

I glanced down at myself and immediately froze. I was still wearing my pyjamas—bright, colorful ones that felt jarringly out of place because around me, everyone else was dressed in black.

I started to feel embarrassed when I realized how awkward I looked standing there, completely out of sync with the rest of the room.

"What the hell is going on?" I muttered to myself, scanning the crowd for any familiar faces.

The girls were all chatting amongst themselves in hushed tones, but none of them paid me any attention, and my heart pounded in my chest as confusion quickly gave way to panic.

The Funeral