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Trapped in the hands of a devil

"Why did you poison my drink?" He asked, his dark red eyes glaring down at her. Her eyes widened, her face paling at the accusation. "I... I didn't..." She stammered, shaking her head in denial. "it's not poison!" It couldn't have been. "Very well then." He grinned, his unusually long canines coming into view. "Drink up." There, she knew she'd gotten herself into trouble. . . . It was supposed to be an easy task but when the devilish Devon Dwayne accused her of spiking his drink, Leticia Andros found herself thrust into a completely different world at the mercy of a man she barely knew. And he had no intention of letting her go. He planned on tearing her apart, bit by bit but the more he tried, the harder he failed, making him realise she's a lot more than she looked. Perhaps she could be used to his advantage. But the longer Leticia stayed there, the more dangers lurked around her yet she must confront her emotions and fight her growing affection towards Devon. Will Leticia break free from his clutches and find a way to take control of her own destiny? Or will she give in to the threats that looms over her? . . " Call me a devil or whatever you wish to. But then know this. Once you're in, there is no way out. You are trapped in the hands of this devil. YOU ARE MINE". ***Didn't intend on making this book a slow burn but then here we are. But trust me when I say you're gonna enjoy every minute of it.***

Bleeding_Ink · Fantaisie
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She'd committed a crime?!

The house loomed before him, its windows like empty eyes staring back. The darkness within seemed to swallow all light, leaving only an unsettling chill. Devon stepped silently into the living area, his sharp ears picking up the faint crackle of the fireplace. The sound was almost comforting, but the cold that permeated the space was unpleasant, a heavy blanket that suffocated all warmth.

As he turned to navigate the corridor, a sharp voice pierced the stillness, "Who goes there!?"

He froze, his eyes scanning the dimness for any sign of movement. Hesitating footsteps echoed through the hallway, growing louder with each passing moment. "Who are you...?"

As he turned to face her, her eyes widened in shock. Those familiar dark red orbs locked onto his, and her body stiffened, as if frozen in time. Her lips parted, but no sound emerged. She looked like she was staring at a ghost, unsure whether this was reality or just another hopeless daydream.

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