As The Sun Dies

As The Sun Dies

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I met a girl, who set my soul on fire, who forged my heart into something great, but the cost was even greater. It was the light of her soul that lit mine on fire, the light of her soul that forged my heart into something unfathomable. Now my soul is just a delusion, and my heart is again, a twisted knife with cruel edges, ready to be driven into the hearts, souls, and minds of those foolish enough to accept my fiendish love. ~Hearts Coded (Drafted Chapter) Welcome to the adventure of a confused teen who has no idea about what path he is walking in life. He feels lost, but he knows what he's ought to be doing. At least, he think he does. Watch him as he walks his path in life, making mistakes, creating new experiences, discovering snakes, holding onto bonds. He is just another person, as you may be. But watch others claim that he is nothing but a monster. Thank you @Shiroupon for helping with the description.
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Requiem

I woke up in a coffin. Buried alive. I remember everything. The suffocating darkness. The taste of dirt. The sound of my own, muffled screams. But the man who dug me up wasn't a savior. He was the monster who put me there. He calls himself Hawk. He's an arrogant, cold-blooded sociopath in a bespoke suit, and he just claimed me as his new... acquisition. His mansion is a pristine, glass-and-steel prison, and I am his new project. He calls it "training." I call it torture. He's a meticulous artist, and I am his new masterpiece. Every touch is a test. Every command is a lesson in degradation. Every punishment is designed to strip away the girl who was buried and forge a new, obedient doll in her place. He thinks he's in control. He thinks he's breaking me. He has no idea he's just sharpening his new favorite weapon. He wanted a pet. He's forging a viper. And this viper is learning to enjoy the taste of her master's blood. ________________________________________ A Note From the Author Welcome to The Requiem. This isn't a typical love story. This is a dark, depraved, secret-society romance. Before you enter, please be aware that this story is for readers who crave heroes who are unapologetic, irredeemable, touch-her-and-die monsters. This book is for you if you like: • A meticulous, "artist" hero who is a possessive, sociopathic stalker. • A heroine who isn't just a survivor. She's a monster . • Intense psychological "training," power-exchange, and degradation. • High-stakes, high-anxiety, and claustrophobic "buried alive" scenarios. • Angry, violent, and dubious sexual encounters. • Spanking, begging, leashes, and so much delicious humiliation. He didn't just break her. He forged her. Read at your own risk.

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