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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 · Fantaisie
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144 Chs

Surprise in the store

Ziana blinked, her gaze fixed on the infuriating creature sporting an impish grin. No, this couldn't be right. She couldn't allow herself to be pulled into this infuriating whirlwind of emotions. With a determined shake of her head, she dismissed the intrusive thoughts attempting to breach her defenses.

"Step out!" she commanded, her glare met with an amused smirk on the reaper's face. Zayden, well aware of his knack for provoking her, complied with her order and alighted from the car. As he positioned himself on the opposite side of the vehicle, Ziana hurled the car keys in his direction, her tone sharp as she issued her next instruction, "Drive!"

Exhibiting an indignant scowl, she strolled over to his side and claimed the driver's seat. She couldn't help the blush creeping onto her cheeks – embarrassment, now too, was part of this confounding equation. With a muted sigh, she closed the car door, her face betraying a hint of self-consciousness.