Rhythm of bullets

Rhythm of bullets

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He was the Serbian man whose name spelled war. Where he went, chaos followed. With a single word, he could set cities ablaze. Marseilo Nadasti was no mere man - he was a curse. A living ghost. A vampire in human flesh, draining the life out of everything he touched. And she... she was the girl who chased anything that sparkled. Gold. Fire. Power. Even him. She loved him. He loved her. But a very cold night, eleven years ago, everything shattered. Sometimes, love curdles into hatred. And sometimes, hatred returns wearing the face you once kissed. They used to call him Dracula's heir. She never understood why... Until the day he drank her blood.
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