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Eve Of The Dark

[STORY PAUSED FOR A FEW MONTHS DUE TO EXAMS!] [WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "I'm not the prince of your fairytale," he murmured. "I'm the monster of your nightmares." ——— Ezekiel Wei— the leader of the biggest gang in Asia. Money? Fame? Women? He has it all on the tips of his fingers. He fears nothing, doesn't give a shit about love, and does whatever he wants. Cursed to the bottom of his soul. Rumors surrounded him; people said he was the Devil of devils, a sinner worse than his father could ever be. Haven Lee— an undercover agent. An assassin who transformed nightmares into reality. Bullets, knives, a living hell. Freshly reincarnated and craving revenge for all the years she suffered under the hands of the Devil himself. The only person who could take on a legion of demons and still manage to survive. The sole problem: She met the right person, under the wrong circumstances. ——— 100 Powerstones: 1 extra chapter 150 Powerstones: 2 extra chapters 200 Powerstones: 3 extra chapters 10 Golden Tickets: 1 extra chapter 30 Golden Tickets: 2 extra chapters Update Schedule: 2 chapters per day unless I end up falling sick ^^ In that case, only one chapter! I'll inform if something happens and I won't be able to upload. Instagram: ikigai_yugen7 facebook: Ikigai Yugen *The copyright to the cover belongs to the author; Please do not reuse.

ikigai_yugen · Urban
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Over my dead body!

February 9, 2018.

Surviving on energy drinks for a whole day is not the best experience.

I need to keep monitoring his actions but my supply of drinks is hurriedly decreasing and I need to get back to the orphanage before curfew.

But I guess I don't get the right to complain.

I have a roof over my head.

I have food to eat.

I have clothes to wear.

I... I can't complain.

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"..."

Fuck.

Frustration swelled within her as she tightened her grip on the door handle, almost wrenching it apart in her desperate attempts to open it. But no matter how hard she pulled or tried to break it open, it remained locked, defying her every effort.

"It won't open."

Gasping, she spun around to find him standing there, leaning casually against the wall, wearing that infuriatingly cocky-as-hell smirk on his face. Of all people, he had to be the one witnessing her struggle.

But of course, he did this. Of. Fucking. Course.

"Then it's getting broken."