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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]

My eyes snapped open, and for a moment, everything felt disoriented—like I had been pulled out of one world and thrust into another without warning. My breathing was heavy, and my heart was pounding against my ribs as I stared up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of where I was.

Then, as the fog in my mind lifted, I realized that I was lying on the cold, hard floor of my bathroom.

My stomach clenched as recognition set in. This was my family's house. My home in Aldoria, but something was different. The last time I had been here, the world had been drained of color, a grayscale version of the original in my memories; now, everything looked real and vibrant.

I sat up slowly, my hands pressing against the tiled floor as I took a deep breath. My body felt solid—too solid for this to be another dream. The cold tiles under my palms, the typical scent of citrus my bathroom always had, and the light from the wall sconces—all of it was real.

Back to life