TW • slight contains of; Bdsm, Degrading, Abuse, Torture, Abduction, Starvation, Death, Neglection, Trauma, Ptsd, Bipolar, Blood, Bruising and Scars, Weapons :) ────────────────── You spent your entire childhood believing that you and your great-aunt Maria lived ordinary lives in the village until she tragically passed away from an unknown illness. You were selected to work as a maiden in the eerie castle up the hill about a month later. You had a strong belief that your aunt was nothing more than a caring, beautiful woman, but was she really the person you thought she was? "With my love, yours and only, Alcina." ──────────────────── ✧.* 212k words - 12/57 chapters rewritten (Process of rewriting this novel) ⋆ = slight smut | ✵ = smut ✧.* Story can be also found on AO3, under my name Huszq. ✧.* Lots of bad grammar and cringe in the beginning, be prepared.

[Lady Dimitrescu x female oc] Don't like it, don't read it!(contains lemon scenes) ~oOo~ "You are supposed to gain her trust, not to admire her beautiful face.", a stirn voice behind her said with dignity. Veira rolled with her eyes, leaning back again and turning around only to see Miranda sitting on her bed. "And what in the world do I owe the pleasure of seeing you twice a day?" Veira had always been a sarcastic woman, her trying to be polite to people she did not like mostly ended up in her giving sarcastic answers with an annoyed undertone. "I want to know everything she said to you.", the witch answered and watched the Marquesa removing her earrings and the pearls in her hair. As all the pins were removed all of her shiny red hair fell down onto her hips. "I don't remember it to be my task to be your spy, Miranda. As well as I don't remember that you consider it to be a problem that I admire her beauty." She reached out to her brush as Miranda grabbed her hand so tightly, she was forced to let the brush fall back onto the table. She hissed and wanted to turn around again to face Miranda, but the witch enclosed her neck with her narrow fingers making Veira gasp for air. "You will do as I say, understand? You will make her trust you, you will tell me everything she tells you as her good friend and most importantly: You will not flirt with her! Your only job is to convince her to take the cadou."

[Lady Dimitrescu x female oc] Don't like it, don't read it! (contains lemon scenes) ~oOo~ "The lady of the house was born in an era, where the women were desperate to have flawless white skin and even painted little veins with blue paint on their faces to show how pale they were. Some mixed up a dark powder and used it to fake shadows around their eyes. To look sick, like death was about to come over you, this was what made you beautiful. This woman had all of that and it made her so incredibly pretty and lovely looking. Her blonde hair was floating upon the now slightly dirty, light brown, reddish water. Now the lady knew what she reminded her of. She was looking like a water corpse, floating in a cold river somewhere deep in the forest on a winter evening when the snow is slowly falling down on the lost soul. Alicna shook her head and turned her attention back to the book, calmly reading..." Welcome to House Dimitrescu! Please have a seat and listen to my story. Do not worry I will not bite...At least not now ~...