Lizard Alley Saloon

Lizard Alley Saloon

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In Victoria, 1886, Naomi MacDonald arrives with the promise of a new job at the Lizard Alley Saloon. This story follows the antics of each employee. You might find yourself laughing, crying, and maybe shitting yourself a little. Coauthored by Jemma and Chloe Edited by Kayci Posting schedule: one chapter a week ish
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One moment, the air was thick with the copper tang of blood and the roar of a collapsing empire. Princess Aradhyanshi had stood her ground, twin daggers flashing, until the cold bite of steel pierced her back-a traitor's gift. She had welcomed the darkness, expecting the silence of the ancestors. Instead, she woke up gasping for air, her lungs burning not with smoke, but with the frigid water of the modern world. The transition was a blur of neon lights and sterile hospital walls. She was no longer a commander of legions- she was Aaradhya Rathore, a girl whose life had been as quiet as a whisper until she "drowned." Aradhyanshi adapted with a warrior's precision. She learned to navigate the "glass bricks" they called phones and the strange, fast-moving carriages of the city. Some memories of her past life began to fray at the edges-but her instincts remained razor-sharp. She convinced herself this was a gift. A second chance to live without a blade at her throat. That delusion shattered on her first day at the elite Oberoi University. Vikramaditya...or ..Vikrant Oberoi? Her breath hitched, her pulse hammering a war drum against her ribs. She had traveled through time and death to escape her fate, only to find her greatest enemy waiting for her in the one place she thought she was safe. He didn't look away. His gaze locked onto hers, dark and unreadable, as if he had been counting the days until she arrived.

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