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"𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝,
𝐈.𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥.𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞.𝐌𝐲.𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤!"
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Sheltered and suppressed all her life, she finally gets to experience happiness when she lands in his arms. But what happens when someone tries to take it away? What happens when she realizes to step up and make herself known? What happens when she decides to fight and survive for her only solace against the whole society? What happens, when she transforms from a meek girl to a courageous queen?
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From Crime To Court
▪️TIME TRAVEL ROMANCE▪️ "Go on, lie to me again..." With my back pressed against the wall, I stammered, "What-" Alessio placed a finger against my lips, silencing my protests, and smirked, "But try and make it more believable this time." **** In a desperate attempt to evade the Italian Mafia, art historian Serena Costa finds herself thrust back in time, landing amongst the splendour of the Renaissance, an era dominated by kings and their courts. In this patriarchal society, where roles are strictly defined, as a female, her destiny is already predetermined. However, Serena is resourceful and cleverly disguises herself as a man, named Sereno. Unfortunately, she soon finds herself in the service of the Marquis of Savoy. Though Lord Alessio possesses a magnetic charm and a sharp mind, he remains blissfully unaware that his new and slightly mysterious squire is, in fact, a woman. Imagine his surprise when he begins to develop unexpected feelings for Sereno, leading him to question everything he thought he knew about himself. Serena must balance the weight of her concealed identity while trying to find her way back to the present. However, things becomes even more treacherous when her growing affection for the Marquis complicates her path. 🔅Rated R: Contains thematic issues, adult language, MATURE sexual content, violence and possible triggers. ------------------------------------------------- Cover Photo: Edited by @KimberlyTanithMarie using an image generated by Midjourney © All rights reserved 2023 I DO NOT consent to my story being translated, copied or otherwise reproduced by anyone.Complete
{18+ COMPLETED} A war that destroyed the world. It came and it went, leaving death and chaos in its wake. In the resulting turmoil England has split into four regions, a safety measure that was 'essential' to ensure that violence would not reign over the new world. The world as they know it has been wiped away, but there's only so much pressure you can apply to someone's throat before they snap. ~~~~ Zac and Emilia are in the North. Forced into jobs and ordered into arranged marriages, Emilia's happy memories of her family are long gone, instead replaced by immense fear of the Enforcers who patrol the streets, the State who dictate the rules and the growing lust for her husband, Zac. As the cruelty heightens, so does any tolerance for the State. Tortured one too many times, Emilia meets a group determined to bring the State down; the aptly named Resistance. Taking matters into their own hands, they launch themselves into a flurry of guerrilla warfare, completely unaware of what lies in store for them. Will Emilia's desire for Zac get in the way of their goal? Can they figure out a way to work together? Is the State ready to fall, or is this only the beginning? ----------------------------------------------------------- ' Zac moves slowly, a gentle, seductive kiss that has heat building in my core, a small moan erupting from my lips as he grabs the back of my neck, forcing the kiss deeper, angling my face to continue, my insides stirring even more at the action. I move my own tongue against his, attempting to give him just as much as he's giving me, meeting fire with fire. He seems to like that, smirking against my mouth before he runs a hand through my hair, gently tugging on the ends, pulling my face back further, up towards him. '
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