Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."

She thought she was going to die. She did. But the next time she opened her eyes , she found out that she was living a whole new life, as a little girl who was going to enter a noble household as a maid. However, a true pearl can never hide its lustre. It was a new world, set in ancient China-like era. Despite being confined in the vicinity of her new masters' household, she strove to live, and perhaps find love. Little did she know, her current life was one that had been pre-ordained. Not by the gods or heavens, but by a promise made by someone that had followed her through countless lifetimes ago. ||Author's note|| Original story. It's best to start with this book (One Lifetime is Never Enough / OLiNE). BUT before proceeding beyond chapter 28, I suggest to read book 0 (Loving You For A Lifetime/ LYFAL). Then, Book 2 (Remembering You For Eternity / RYFE) will be the conclusion of the tale spanning over the 3 books. Any images used were taken off the wonderful worldwideweb (mainly Pinterest). No copyright infringement ever intended. If you are aware of any credit due and which must be mentioned (or removed), please let me know. English is only my second language, so please bear with any of my errors. Book 0 and Book 1 especially, were written without editors and/or proofreaders. Mistakes abound.

Rin is a Kitsune, or at least she was until a witch's spell turned her human. To regain her powers, Rin must make the lord's son fall in love with her before the next full moon. She thought it would be easy, her kind have been seducing humans for centuries. But Hikaru is different. He's handsome, intelligent, and kind -the opposite of everything she's assumed about humans. The plan is to seduce him and get back her powers, there's no room for love.