North America is now ruled by a ruthless group called the Crows. They control everything, subjecting those who survived the fall a hundred and fifty-nine years ago to their unjust rulings. When Rebecca's brother joins the rebel group Legion and is captured, tortured and subsequently killed, her city and family are then massacred and sold into the Crows' slave trade. The sole surviver, she vowes to act her revenge. She's changed herself into someone suitable for the King's harem and that is where her true plan starts. She seduces the King's most trusted subjects to turn his kingdom on its head and she takes the women that love him, stripping him of his power. She won't stop until she becomes the King of this lawless land!
View MoreYasmine was silent as she put makeup on Rebecca’s face. The silence was heavy around Rebecca and though she wanted to break the tension, she couldn’t find the words to do it right. After Yasmine was done doing Rebecca’s makeup and brushed her hair for her, she excused herself to find clothes to wear herself. This left Rebecca sitting on Yasmine’s bed, staring at her fingers as time passed and her anxiety grew immensely. Her lunch with King Syrus was getting closer and closer. She could feel the countdown as if the hands of a clock were inside her throat.Tic-tic-tic.It was this anxiety that made her blind to the fact that Roseanne and Layla had entered the room. Layla was already dressed in a white flowy gown that wasn’t that different from the one Rebecca wore. Rosie was completely naked since she’d just got back from her long bath. She dripped water everywhere as she padded over to the closet. The towel wrapped around her waist was comically small. Layla curled her lip. “Ugh. Yo
Rosie let out a childish laugh as she splashed water onto Rebecca. Shocked, Rebecca didn’t even fight as Rosie tackled her into the water like they were childhood best friends.“Roseanne!”Rosie stopped trying to pull Rebecca into the water when her named was shouted, but she didn’t let Rebecca go at all. “What?”Rosie looked upward and Rebecca did the same. Yasmine was standing at the edge of the bath with her hands on her hips. There was something in her hand—soap?“Did Rebecca say she wanted to play?”Rosie blinked like she’d never heard of such a concept. She looked from Yasmine to Rebecca and then back again. “No?”“Then let go of her please. She just came from a long travel and she doesn’t need you trying to drown her.”Rosie pouted. “I wasn’t trying to do that.”Even still, she let go of Rebecca. It was Rebecca who was the one that put a few feet of distance between them. Yasmine held out a bottle. It was a generic plastic that didn’t at all match the aesthetic of the rest o
The King grumbled. “I should fucking slit your throat, Raven.”The mercenary didn’t even flinch. He must have been used to these kinds of threats. “I’m only following your orders.”The King yawned. “Not my orders. My brother thinks bringing more women to me will satisfy my cock’s addiction. I have enough holes to fuck—this ugly woman won’t make a difference.”Rebecca couldn’t hold back the disgruntled noise she made. The King only found it amusing, his dark eyes falling on her for a moment longer than previously. He looked her over as if he were interested, but soon that interested faded. A smirk quirked at the corner of his lips. “But she’s here now. Send her on her way. Maybe once she’s had a bath she’ll be more tolerable. I still will have to flip her over so I don’t have to look at her face.”Rebecca glared at the asshole. She bristled with such anger that she was surprised by how much energy she still had. She was tired and all she wanted was to sleep peacefully. Instead, she ha
Rebecca was forced to straddle a motorcycle. It was difficult as her legs were still tied together. The Crow mercenary didn’t care at all if she was comfortable or not. He shoved her forward so that he could straddle the motorcycle behind her. She recoiled at his touch, but she had to deal with it if she didn’t want to fall right off.The engine started. It revved up in the air. It was a guttural sound that made her heart race. She’d never been on one of these machines before though she’d seen many of the Crows’ soldiers on them. She couldn’t put her hands anywhere to stabilize herself as the motorcycle started forward. She fell over the body of the machine. She screamed against the cloth in her mouth as she saw her life flash before her eyes.She was grabbed at the last second. The mercenary grunted something that sounded like a silent order, but she couldn’t make out what it was supposed to be. The mercenary yanked her back up and placed one hand on her stomach so that she didn’t
Rebecca picked at the stale bread in the back of the caravan. She plucked a hair out of it, making a face at the prospect of some sweaty old-dudes chin hair making it into the dough, but then shrugging before taking a bite from the almost rock hard morsel. It wasn’t the worst thing she’d eaten in her life. Certainly not the worse thing she’d eaten in the last six months. She’d been hopping from city to city, making her way toward the West coast.The caravan she was currently getting a ride from was one of the worst she’d had to take transport from. The man who was hauling supplies from city to city had rotting teeth, a receding hairline, a gut that peaked out from the bottom of his too small shirt, and a greasy smile that made Rebecca feel like she was being assaulted with his eyes.There hadn’t been many choices though. She couldn’t stay in spot too long. Though she wasn’t the
This world isn’t for the faint of heart. It’s cruel, unlawful, desolate…life is barely scraping by as it is after the world fell a hundred and fifty-nine years ago. What humanity is left has been squared away into regions that function somewhat like cities. There is electric and running water, but it is a crude image of what it used to be like when humanity was at its greatest.As lawless as it is, it isn’t free. North America and part of South America is ruled by a tyrannical family known as the Crows. They aren’t blood-related but formed from many descendants of once wealthy families before the fall of humanity. This land is theirs if you want to keep living. How they keep control of such a large expanse of land is quite simple. Food, water, electricity, and the slave trade. Whatever is valuable, they control. That is the way it has been for generations since they came into power shortly after the fall. And who rules the Crows?The King of course.He’s as private as a king can be.
This world isn’t for the faint of heart. It’s cruel, unlawful, desolate…life is barely scraping by as it is after the world fell a hundred and fifty-nine years ago. What humanity is left has been squared away into regions that function somewhat like cities. There is electric and running water, but it is a crude image of what it used to be like when humanity was at its greatest.As lawless as it is, it isn’t free. North America and part of South America is ruled by a tyrannical family known as the Crows. They aren’t blood-related but formed from many descendants of once wealthy families before the fall of humanity. This land is theirs if you want to keep living. How they keep control of such a large expanse of land is quite simple. Food, water, electricity, and the slave trade. Whatever is valuable, they control. That is the way it has been for generations since they came into power shortly after the fall. And who rules the Crows?The King of course.He’s as private as a king can be.
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