MIRINGGA: Service For Blood

MIRINGGA: Service For Blood

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Why would a hunter fall for his prey? Maybe the hunted was wicked and the prey lust for the opportunity to survive. You can't deceive an old folk who lived hundred times your age. But that one can turn and wrap you around his finger. "Where did you get the audacity to disobey your master!" One mistake that cause pain but at the same time bring you to heaven. "Where is the courage coming from?" The pain and pleasure in every bite that you might like. "You may be the master in everything but in bed you're under me, call me master miringga and I shall please you." A vampire and a human is like master and slave relationship, you do as they pleased. A two white fangs that suck blood and the prophecy they tell and he shall be free from the curse. .............. Warning read at your own risk (dark romance) concept.
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WARNING: RATED SPG! BOYSLOVE STORY! For five long years, I was like a canary locked in a cage-nurtured, adorned, or merely used at his whim. My existence revolved around being fed, dressed up, and trotted out when he desired my company. Life with a billionaire bachelor had its perks, and though I often likened myself to a slave, I harbored no complaints as long as the money flowed freely. Yet, as the years passed, the weight of my imprisonmen grew heavier, each golden moment tinged with the bittersweet taste of longing. But the saga of my confinement finally reached its conclusion. His love returned, and in an unexpected twist of fate, he freed me to marry her. Yet, as I began to take my leave, an unexpected heaviness settled within me. Was it the loss of the financial security I had grown accustomed to, or had I, perhaps, fallen utterly in love with him?

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