The Demon's Bride
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She stared at the monster whom she had come to love.
The monster with piercing crystal eyes and sharp canines.
The monster who loved her.
The same monster who pulled her heart out of her body without a single remorse once upon a time
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Rose Analisa had come to Octavius Creek for a study tour. One drunken night leads her to kiss a supposedly dead man in a coffin of an abandoned mansion. And that's when all hell broke loose.
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