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Le monde  où l'ont vit est cruelle. IL faut écrasé les plus faibles pour y arriver,pour assouvir nos envies.
Dans un monde où les vampires vivent dans le plus grands secret, deux coeurs écraser par le regret et le chagrin vont se rencontrer ou du moins se retrouver.


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slow updates im sorry loves! 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, ' 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐞?' 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝟷𝟷/𝟸𝟶/𝟸𝟸

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 [𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞] by cumbxby

√ 𝐳𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭. 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝.

Kill Or Be Killed by 8Night4Queen2

When you continue on here, know you're about to enter a world slammed right between reality and fiction. There's violence and intense 'love making'. There's betrayal and affirmations of love. Twists and turns meant to keep you on your toes. Twine connecting pieces for you to form a bigger picture alongside the characters. Or more than likely, you'll be left to fend for yourself. But hey. In this world, it's kill or be killed.

➸ 𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 (𝙉𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 )✔ by -queenrara-

𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙮𝙢𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮. *** 𝘾𝙮𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙚𝙫𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙍𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙'𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩. 𝘼 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩, 𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣? *** 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙?

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𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 20𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖢𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝 [𝐎𝐜 𝐱 𝐎𝐜] by cumbxby

√ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

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