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Thirst(BL)

Henry was an ordinary 20 years old boy. Unexpectedly, he got transmigrated into his favourite childhood bedtime story, which he never knew how it ended. However, it happened to be that he transmigrated into the character he hated most. He had become the 14-year-old next successor of the duke of Bryxton. The next to be duke! In his words, It was a luxurious life in hell. He admitted that his life there was neither perfect nor bad if he forgot those strange and creepy things he encountered ever since. ..... But, who was that man, suddenly appeared in front of him, blurring his well-planned clear future? "Henry Bryxton, be my slave!" The man placed his sword on Henry's neck as he looked at him like he found something interesting. "Fuck you!" Born with a bad temper, that's when Henry regretted his nature for the first time in his life. That man made him regret every single word he had spitted out. Later, "Henry, I like you so much that I want to kill you." "Fu-...Then please kill me." He thought he had become a plaything for that man. As he watched how that man enjoyed teasing him in every worst way he could, he expected that his death would happen very soon at that man's hands. But how come everything seemed to get complicated as they got to know each other well? What were those mysterious things which bond them together? What made him special to that man? Love? Hatred? Lust? No, it was his thirst, only for him! Note: Mature content Transmigrated bottom × possessive top A magical world The story continues in a historical timeline like the 15th century. * * * Hope you enjoy reading!!! (The cover picture is from Pinterest. Respect to the artist.)

Sweet_Vanilla553 · LGBT+
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The Mystery In The Room

After Ricarda left there, Henry sat on a chair and dozed off thinking how she had those memories. And, if she was telling the truth, the reason why he couldn't die was really the curse?

Things aroused the doubts in his heart and he finally realised he should move on.

That room.

He should at least try to check what's inside.

He wished 'it' would be just a thug in a book. He got chills recalling its figure. He didn't want to see 'it' in real life.

After pondering a few more times, he stood up in front of the room gulping his saliva.

'Just entering the room won't erase my memories, right? Something must have happened there.'

He was kind of worried entering the room might erase his memories because he didn't see anything or he didn't remember anything that happened in that room.

'God please, don't let me see anything scary!'