I Belong to the Grim Reaper
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  • Reads 347
  • Votes 52
  • Parts 26
  • Time 1h 37m
Ongoing, First published Jan 31, 2021
Mature
The man who's said to be more cruel than the actual devil? a psycho who steals and takes souls? I'm Christine Simmons and I'm running away from him. 
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Meet Christine. On top of college, a part time job, being engaged, and trying to solve her parents' murders, Christine has these terrible recurrent nightmares. And there's always one common denominator: a scythe slinging psycho. 

What will Christine do when she finds out the chase is almost over because he is right on her tail?

Toxic x psychothriller x gore - ADULT /MATURE
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