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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.

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Crimson Tears II

Casper, lifting his tear-streaked face from Willan's comforting fur, met Meadow's gaze. With a hoarse voice, he echoed the unsettling truth: "They were hunting us instead."

A sigh escaped Meadow as she directed her gaze toward Willow's lifeless body. "They outsmarted us this time," she concluded, a sense of defeat evident in her tone.

Refusing to succumb to despair, Casper shook his head vehemently, a declaration rising within him: "This won't do... We can't lose any more team members. They will pay." His eyes sparkled with a mixture of determination and anger, signaling a shift from mourning to a resolute stance against those responsible.

Willan and Meadow both nodded in solemn agreement.

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Isolde's wide-eyed gaze fixated on Celestia, the shock of discovering that the woman she considered a mother-like figure was the one orchestrating her downfall left her mind blank; she was not prepared to accept such a betrayal.