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Help! My Husband Is A Grim Reaper

"I fucking hate you, my dear husband!" "Same here, my dear crazy wife!" ++++ When a rebirth deal was proposed, Ziana accepted it without hesitation. All she needed to do was marry a Grim Reaper and be his wife until he completed his mission on Earth. It was that simple. But wait, did she mention that this Grim Reaper was not just handsome but also rude, sarcastic, and arrogant AF. Mischief and menace were his middle names and he brought nothing but chaos to her peaceful life. What's worse? He loved playing with her and she wanted to get rid of him soon. But now that her blood was strangely attracting demons, would she still push him away? And perhaps end up dying again? +++ Excerpt: "I hope you drown in your bathtub!" Ziana fumed in frustration. It had only been a week, and she was already aching to kill this damn creature. "We can try it together, sweetheart." Zayden smirked and leaning closer, he whispered in her ears, "Preferably naked." ++++ If you find it interesting, please add it to your library. Votes, comments, and reviews are much appreciated ^.^

YuZee · Fantasie
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144 Chs

When the cat befriends its prey -2

Ziana's eyes never left the kitchen counter, mesmerized by the skillful movements of Zayden's hands. Despite following a tutorial on his phone, his every motion mirrored that of a seasoned chef. She couldn't help but wonder if it was one of his reaper traits, the ability to effortlessly mimic and replicate skills that interested him.

But the lingering question persisted: Was he truly cooking for her? The thought gnawed at her, making her almost groan aloud in frustration. She didn't want to become the subject of his mockery or find herself indebted to him over a simple bowl of noodles in the future. After all, she had learned that this guy never did anything without a hidden motive.

"I can just get some instant noodles," she mumbled, her interruption punctuating the air and momentarily distracting Zayden from his culinary prowess. The hesitation in her voice betrayed her reluctance to accept his gesture.