Peridot_writes

Transmigrating into a world ruled by supernaturals seemed like a dream come true---until it wasn't.


Charlotte Winchester, burdened by her family's crushing expectations, has always wanted her mundane life to end. Death came like a wish, but instead of eternal rest, Charlotte found herself transmigrated as Evangeline, the cherished daughter of Crimson Ridge Pack---the rulling family of the werewolf community.

At first, her new life felt like paradise. Immortal and powerful, she had everything she'd ever dreamed of; doting werewolf parents, loyal friends, and a future that promised luxury and adoration. With the looming title of Princess---and the attention of the Future Alpha King---her life seemed perfect.

But perfection rarely lasts.

One impulsive decision---rejecting her fate mate---sets off a chain of events she never could have foreseen. Her second mate isn't a kind-hearted wolf or even a charming elf. He's a demon prince, the ruler of shadows and master of nightmares. Dark, possessive, and utterly dangerous, he drags her into a world of chaos where her very soul is at stake.

What started as a second chance at life quickly turns into a battle for survival. With her past life's memories hidden from her new family and a devil mate who refuses to let her go, Charlotte must navigate the twisted politics of werewolves and demons. 

Heaven can turn into hell in an instant---and Evangeline is about to learn that Paradise always comes at a price.


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Mated To The Demon Prince

Andrea held her breath before turning her head to meet with the horrified gaze of her mother.

"No, I'm not mother. I just want to help my friend."

"Your friend?" Her mother scoffed in that cold Vampiric voice only her could pull off. It made the air present in the dinning room with them tense as their dead hearts continued to hold their pace. "How long as your friendship been with the werewolf princess that you wish to throw away your immortal life in the dungeons for?!"

Both of Andrea's hands clenched into tight fist as she was this close to snapping at them all. Her father was the worst. He was judging her with a look that it was something she wasn't capable of doing. Like she was just busy blabbing her mouth and dead heart before them based on how she was feeling. But she wouldn't be stupid enough to actually execute her thoughts. So, he remained calm while taking slow sips of blood out of his large cup.

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