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SILVER-HAIRED

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] He's cold, He's unspoken, He's powerful, He's a beauty identical to that of a god, His walls are up, And he's... something else. ~ Sylvia, a Silver-Haired destined for greatness, finds herself thrust into the heart of the Empire's machinations when her father's life hangs in the balance. In the hands of a man known as the most powerful warlock, she discovers a world of intrigue and desire she never knew existed. Cold and unspoken, yet possessing a beauty akin to that of a god, the enigmatic warlock holds Sylvia captive not only with his power but with the mysteries that surround him. As their paths intertwine in an arranged marriage, Sylvia is swept into a whirlwind of passion and danger, where the flames of desire threaten to consume them both. But beneath the warlock's icy exterior lies a heart yearning for something more, and Sylvia may hold the key to unlocking the secrets of his past. Will they succumb to the forces that seek to tear them apart, or will love conquer all in the face of darkness? Join Sylvia and the mysterious warlock on a journey of discovery and redemption in this captivating tale of magic, betrayal, and the power of love. ------- This is the First Installation of the Silver Saga but can be read as a Standalone. Book One: SILVER-HAIRED Book Two: SILVER-HEART Book Three: SILVER-HEX ------- Cover is mine.

Dy_zamite · Fantasy
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223 Chs

A letter To You My Dearest Papa

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I groaned, smiled, I felt light, I felt... peaceful, I can't remember when last I had such sleep, it was almost like I was floating on soft clouds, and the air gushing against my face gave me a pleasant feeling, I wish I could sleep forever.

I yawned, stretching as I opened my eyes to my slightly dimmed room, it was morning but the sunlight wasn't quite up yet, I must have woken up early. I felt my forehead, I didn't know why but there was an impression there like something warm was placed there, I pondered what it was, what could it be? And it felt familiar, I continuously rubbed my forehead, wanting to have the feeling more, like I longed for it.