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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Body and Soul

"Tired?" Devon asked, his hand stroking Leticia's hair, combing through the golden locks. Leticia shook her head, a happy smile on her lips, "No. I'm just actually happy I was able to withdraw the energy!" After they trained into the night, they'd sat in the garden, close to each other. Her head on his chest. She wished to hear his heartbeat though but then she knew it was impossible. He's a vampire. Still, she couldn't help but want to know if his heart beats as wildly as hers beat whenever he's around, near, touching, kissing.

"You did a good job, no doubt." He spoke, a small smile on his face. He heard her giggle almost inaudibly. Then, there was silence. The night wind wasn't too cold nor harsh. Devon's eyes were on the bright flowers, the golden lamps illuminating them at night. Fireflies roamed around, adding to the night beauty of the garden.

"How do I make you feel?"