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Ensnared In A Vampire's Embrace

{WARNING MATURED CONTENT. R18+} "You're following me again," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions. From the depths of the shadows, a mysterious figure emerged, his long coat billowing dramatically. His eyes, crimson as blood, seemed to penetrate her soul. He advanced slowly, his voice a seductive murmur in the frigid air. "You really do spoil the fun. How do you always sense my presence?" he purred, his breath visible in the cold atmosphere. Isolde, her fists clenched and lips quivering, confronted him, her anger palpable. "How many times have I told you to stay away from me?" she demanded. The mysterious figure drew closer, his gloved fingers encircling her waist, his touch as cold as the winter night. With a graceful tilt of her chin using his slender fingers, he whispered, "I've told you before, I can never leave your side, for we are bound together for eternity." ••• I hope you all will enjoy this one. Discord: Kuchi_G #4215 You can contact me if you have any questions about the story. Happy reading ಠ‿ಠ.

Kuchi_G_ · Fantasy
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89 Chs

Solemn Duty, Gruesome Fate.

At the sanctum, today the café remained closed. Azrael, feeling the weight of a hectic week, decided to lay down on the couch, seeking a moment of relaxation. As time passed, weariness took over, and his eyes slowly closed, drifting into a peaceful slumber.

Suddenly, Azrael was jolted awake by an unexpected heaviness on his back. Panic surged through him, his heart racing as he struggled to identify the source of the pressure. "What the hell?! What's on me?!" he exclaimed, frantically pushing against the unseen weight.

Casper, hearing the commotion, hurried over to the couch and explained, "Sorry! I don't know why Willan decided to lay on your back." He crouched down in front of the mischievous creature and scolded, "Willan, how many times have I told you Azrael isn't a cushion?" Despite Casper's words, Willan seemed uninterested in vacating her comfy perch on Azrael.