Useless
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In a society where women rule, man is considered less than animal. Boys are born and raised as common house slaves, bending to the will of any woman's wish, only to be put to death for the ritualistic beliefs of a brainwashed society. Controlled and manipulated by the corrupt and power hungry, the entire population has conformed to the rules of their immortal leader. Useless, born into a life of slavery, blindly follows the rules he has been brought up with. He knows of nothing else... until he meets the strange, yet alluring, Odette. Despite her conflicting emotions, Odette wants nothing more than to be with Useless. But doing so would be to go against everything she has been taught. Odette's mother would never allow it. Their love is a forbidden one, but could it be enough to open Useless' eyes to the sick world he lives in?
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This is the Emperor. I think. Alexandr. Queen Victoria's grandson, the foreign British power. I feel his blood beat, thin, beneath his paper skin, in those blue veins. Something amiss. Something that's too weak in the Russian snow, the turned earth. His hand is cold against my cheek, thumb winding through my coiled hair. "How can I thank you for saving my son's life?" He runs a thumb against my lower lip, waiting. Not pressing, just hoping with bated breath. The walls are thin. The walls whisper. I pull away with a cold smile. I catch my eyes in his gaze, the forbidding ice of my home. Of what the snow made me. The wild, black hair of a vědma. "Haven't you heard? I'm the devil, Alexandr. You don't want to bed me unless you wish to lose your soul." *** A parallel universe where Rasputin was born as Matryona Grigorievna Rasputina. There was real magic. And the tsar most certainly fell under her spell. When she falls, so too will St. Petersburg. *** DARK FANTASY (UPDATES WEEKLY) COPYRIGHT 2018 BY SOPHIA WHITTEMORE. All Rights Reserved.

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