Synopsis: Angelika never expected her fascination with ancient Egypt to become reality. One moment, she was curled up with a book about Rameses and Nefertari, tracing the hieroglyphs with her fingers. The next, she was being dragged through the grand halls of an Egyptian palace-thousands of years in the past. Face to face with the powerful and enigmatic Prince Rameses, she quickly realizes she is no mere spectator in history. Rameses is captivated by her, declaring that she now belongs to him. As she struggles to find a way back home, Angelika must navigate the treacherous world of ancient Egypt, where power, passion, and fate intertwine. But the more she resists, the more Rameses tightens his grip. And soon, she begins to wonder-was she brought here by accident, or was it destiny?

"People are like seasons, constantly changing." Started: Sun, February 26 at 5:30 AM, Finished:

[NAME], a simple little angel who has a problem with giving away too much and not wanting anything in return serves the goddess of the hunt Artemis but when humanity is threatened with eradication, she steps out of the shadows as a healer. But for some reason she gets a bit more attention than she wishes.

She was brought to Valhalla to save humanity, but her mere existence may bring about their ruin.

yan!poseidon & yan!hades she could make even the gods pray to her , and all she would have to do is give a little smile .

The daughter of Aphrodite never shows her eyes or even herself at any Event. Ragnarok was, without question, the most catastrophic and unexpected event to shake Valhalla in eons. And yet... it wasn't the only surprise. There was something else or more like someone else who caused much talk. The rumored daughter of Aphrodite. In the clash between gods and mortals, she should have remained irrelevant. But she isn't. She came quietly, but her presence did not go unnoticed for long. Just like her covered eyes, hiding from the curious gazes. But what does she want? And what is it with those mysterious eyes? __________________________________________________________ They crave her. They kneel for her. And when they gaze into her eyes, they fall-into madness, into love, into death. What begins as desire spreads like poison. Valkyries. Mortals. Even gods. No one is immune. And yet, the one behind the mask... knows nothing of the curse she carries. Obsession is not love. But it looks just like it. Because of their lovesick gazes And her gaze? It never lets go.

KAEYA ALBERICH READER A NATION FILLED WITH LOST GLORY, THE GOLDEN ERA OF THE GODS, A NATION WHERE THE FIRST ATHEIST PEOPLE EXISTED IN THE WORLD . . . (DESCRIPTION UNDER EDITING)