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THE MYSTERY CASTLE

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For thirteen years, the same nightmare has haunted her sleep.A castle drenched in blood.A cruel king seated upon a throne of skulls.And a little girl whose death she is forced to witness over and over again.At twenty-five, she lives a miserable life under the roof of her stepmother while secretly hiding a dangerous secret—she is the anonymous author behind the world's most popular supernatural novels, stories inspired by the dreams she can never escape.But everything changes when betrayal sends her car plunging into the sea.Instead of dying, she awakens in a mysterious ancient kingdom as a palace maid.There, the nightmare becomes reality.The castle exists.The king exists.And the severed heads hanging throughout the palace are exactly as she remembered.As forgotten memories begin to surface, she discovers a terrifying truth: she is connected to a prophecy that the king has spent centuries trying to destroy.Now trapped in a kingdom ruled by monsters, magic, and bloodshed, she must uncover the secrets of her past, survive the deadly palace, and face a cursed prince whose fate has been bound to hers for longer than either of them can remember.Some destinies cannot be escaped.And some mysteries were never meant to be solved.

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Chapter 1: The Nightmare
"No... please don't..." The words left my lips in a whisper as I tossed restlessly on my bed. The screams came first. They always did. Men, women, and children cried out in terror, their voices echoing through the darkness. Some begged for mercy. Others screamed in pain. I wanted to run. I wanted to cover my ears. But my feet refused to move. The same dream. The same nightmare. The same castle. A giant blood-red moon hung over the dark sky, casting an eerie glow over the towering castle before me. Cold wind brushed against my skin. The smell of smoke and blood filled the air. People were kneeling on the ground. Their faces were pale with fear. Some were crying. Some were praying. And all of them were looking toward the throne. Toward him. The king. Even after thirteen years of seeing this dream, I had never been able to look directly at his face. Fear always stopped me. A fear so deep it felt carved into my soul. The king slowly rose from his throne. The crowd trembled. I could hear chains dragging across the floor. Then I saw her. A little girl. She couldn't have been older than five. Her silver eyes were filled with tears. "Grandmother!" she cried. The old woman beside her held her tightly. "It's okay," the woman whispered. But it wasn't okay. Nothing about this dream was ever okay. The king lifted a hand. The entire courtyard fell silent. Even the wind seemed to stop. I tried to see his face. For the first time, I wanted to know who he was. The king slowly turned. Our eyes met. My breath caught. He was looking directly at me. Not the little girl. Not the crowd. Me. A cold smile appeared on his lips. Then he pointed. "You." My heart nearly stopped. The little girl screamed. The sky turned red. Everything dissolved into darkness. "Aria!" Splash! Ice-cold water hit my face. I gasped and sat upright. Water dripped from my hair onto my worn blanket. Standing beside my bed was my stepmother. Her arms were folded across her chest. Her expression was filled with disgust. "Are you planning to sleep all day?" she snapped. I blinked several times, trying to catch my breath. The dream. It felt so real. Again. Always the same dream. Always the same castle. Always the same king. "Get up!" my stepmother barked. "The dishes aren't going to wash themselves." I lowered my gaze. Arguing with her was pointless. It had been pointless for years. Ever since my father died. Ever since she decided I was nothing more than a servant in my own home. "Yes." I climbed out of bed. The room I called mine was barely larger than a storage closet. The walls were cracked. The mattress was thin. The old wooden window barely closed properly. Not exactly the kind of place people imagined when they pictured the life of a bestselling author. A bitter smile tugged at my lips. If the millions of readers who loved my books knew where I lived, they would probably think it was a joke. Nobody knew. Not my stepmother. Not my stepsister. Not even my neighbors. To the world, I was nobody. Just another struggling woman trying to survive. Only one person knew the truth. My best friend. The only person who had stayed by my side when everyone else walked away. I grabbed the bucket and headed toward the kitchen. As usual, dirty dishes were piled high. My stepsister was already sitting at the table scrolling through her phone. She looked up briefly. A smirk crossed her face. "Looks like Sleeping Beauty finally woke up." I ignored her. That only made her smirk wider. She loved seeing me miserable. The strange thing was, she had everything. The expensive clothes. The fancy lifestyle. The attention. Yet somehow she still wasn't satisfied. Nothing was ever enough for her. My hands moved automatically as I began washing dishes. The dream lingered in my mind. The castle. The blood moon. The king. And those eyes. For thirteen years I had seen fragments of that nightmare. But last night had been different. For the first time... The king had seen me. And somehow... I couldn't shake the feeling that it meant something. Something terrible. Something that was about to change my life forever.

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