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Thirst(BL)

Henry was an ordinary 20 years old boy. Unexpectedly, he got transmigrated into his favourite childhood bedtime story, which he never knew how it ended. However, it happened to be that he transmigrated into the character he hated most. He had become the 14-year-old next successor of the duke of Bryxton. The next to be duke! In his words, It was a luxurious life in hell. He admitted that his life there was neither perfect nor bad if he forgot those strange and creepy things he encountered ever since. ..... But, who was that man, suddenly appeared in front of him, blurring his well-planned clear future? "Henry Bryxton, be my slave!" The man placed his sword on Henry's neck as he looked at him like he found something interesting. "Fuck you!" Born with a bad temper, that's when Henry regretted his nature for the first time in his life. That man made him regret every single word he had spitted out. Later, "Henry, I like you so much that I want to kill you." "Fu-...Then please kill me." He thought he had become a plaything for that man. As he watched how that man enjoyed teasing him in every worst way he could, he expected that his death would happen very soon at that man's hands. But how come everything seemed to get complicated as they got to know each other well? What were those mysterious things which bond them together? What made him special to that man? Love? Hatred? Lust? No, it was his thirst, only for him! Note: Mature content Transmigrated bottom × possessive top A magical world The story continues in a historical timeline like the 15th century. * * * Hope you enjoy reading!!! (The cover picture is from Pinterest. Respect to the artist.)

Sweet_Vanilla553 · LGBT+
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#YAOI

To Meet A Dark Magician

After Henry opened his eyes, he saw the room was empty. Richard had left. Henry couldn't get up because it hurt a lot. So he simply lay there, blankly staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out who the person that stabbed him would be.

But the only face that came to his mind was Richard's. It was definitely Richard's face. 

But his gut told him it was not him that stabbed him. 

He was sure it was not Richard, because it was impossible for him to kill him.

It was not Richard.

While he was arguing with himself, Richard suddenly came in. Seeing Henry awake, he still had no response. But he didn't seem unhappy about that either.

He sat on the chair next to the bed and stared at Henry for a few minutes, then his voice fell into Henry's ears.

"Who did this to you?"

Henry already knew it was not Richard. But he still didn't try to explain his conclusions because he wanted to see what Richard would think about that incident.

"It was you."