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Unholy Devotion
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    Time 46m
Ongoing, First published Sep 26, 2018
Warning: 21+, Psychological Horror, Toxicity, Sexual Harassment and Drama.

(The cover is not mine, I'll illustrate something that makes my very own book cover ÒwÓ) 

Story Description: 

Eirien Sinclair possesses captivating beauty and is born with no emotions. Born into a toxic household, she escaped from home at a very young age, nurturing her independence. 

Ei turned 23 in a dark, lonely alley street. She was captured by this tall, handsome yet obsessed mysterious guy. She awoke in a dim and cold basement. The man awaited her awakening, looking at her emotionless eyes. For the first time, he spoke with a wide grin, 

"Ei, I've been waiting for you."
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