u listening? [ON HIATUS]

u listening? [ON HIATUS]

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A Lost Princess. A girl who never belonged. Could they both be the same person? ~ Passion Monroe, a descendent of the Yinsa, the ancient celestial gods of the First Days, haunted by a sense of not belonging, faces a perilous turn when magical beings target her existence. Fleeing the only world, and only family she's ever known, she joins forces with E.D. O'Neal, a human boy who lived in darkness, as they navigate a labyrinth of lies, distinguishing reality from fantasy. Their quest for truth unveils a world steeped in magic, forcing them to question allegiances. In an unforeseen twist, saving an unknown realm becomes the key to preserving the one they hold dear. Can they unravel the mysteries in time to safeguard both worlds? ~ The Gods call her home. Will she answer the call?
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In the heart of Midgard (Earth), where mortals lived unaware beneath a sky too vast to understand, there existed a rule whispered within one household long before Y/n could question it. "Never go outside when it's dark." To most, it sounded like a common warning from cautious parents. A trivial house rule meant to guard their children from the ordinary dangers of the night. But it was never ordinary. Y/n lived simply. A quiet life marked by routines and laughter shared between siblings. She never imagined the night could be anything more than a curtain drawn over the world. Until that one evening. A forgotten errand. A nearby mart. The hum of streetlights flickering overhead. And then silence. Rough hands. A cloth. Darkness, real and suffocating. When she awoke, she was no longer in Midgard. She was surrounded by thrones. Statues that breathed. Eyes that shimmered with stars and cruelty. The gods were real. And she was being sold. At the end of the aisle stood Hades, the brother of Poseidon and Zeus, cloaked in white and authority. A regal one. With a single nod, he claimed her. She had stepped into the dark. Now, there was no way back. ⚠️WARNING⚠️ 🔞CONTAINS NSFW‼️

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