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Dear Immortal Tyrant

[Mature Content.] "I'll always be by your side, next to you, on top of you, behind you... The choice is yours to make." An immortal who has lived a millennium... He went by many names, many lives, many titles, but one stuck with him the most... Kaden. One look and you'd think you've met the devil. Dangerous, devious, and indifferent, people always bowed their heads to him—except for the woman that brought the tyrant to his knees. A woman with a special ability and curse... Lina. She was cursed with clairvoyance—the ability to see a person's close or far future. When most don't remember their childhood, Lina remembered her first life. Since birth, she had repeated nightmares about a man who supposedly died. 1000 years after his death, Lina sees him again, and he wants everything to do with her. Unfortunately, there's nowhere in this world she could go that he couldn't find her. What'd happen to the frightened Lina and the devious Kaden? Will they find love again? Will she run from the truth? Would he let her leave? A human girl and an immortal, together... it is a love that sent the world to its knees. + + + + + Warning: Strong sexual content. You might get addicted to the book ;) Connect with me: Instagram: www.instagram.com/xincerely_author Facebook: www.facebook.com/xincerelywriter/ Email: xincerely1@gmail.com Cover: A commissioned art piece drawn by Laylee Hui. All rights exclusive. Editor: diane_loves_2_read

Xincerely · Fantasy
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400 Chs

Kaden DeHaven

"Hey, who is that?"

"Oh my god, I want to be her when I grow up."

"She's so pretty, do you think she's a school benefactor?"

The second Lina stepped out of the car, the whispering began. Lina always wondered who they talked so fondly about. When she looked into the mirror, she barely saw the features that sparked these compliments. Estella used to always complain that Lina needed to have better self-esteem, but Lina would say she was being realistic.

Taking off her sunglasses, Lina flashed a nearby student a smile. In particular, her gaze swept over the messy clay on her jean pants and the newly dried sculpture of a face with flowers blooming from the features. She was intrigued, but glanced at it for no longer than a second.

Lina recalled that her gallery could use a few more sculptors. So, she reached into her pocket, took out a name card, and approached the student.

"What year are you?" Lina asked.