Between the Mist and the Blood

Between the Mist and the Blood

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One hundred and forty-three years ago, Ana died - and with her, the last flicker of light inside Lingling Kwong was extinguished. Since that night, the vampire has wandered through centuries of silence, clinging to books and ghosts, swearing never to let her heart beat for a human again. But destiny is cruel - and it never forgets. When Orm enters her world, time itself stirs. The past, long buried, begins to bleed through the cracks. In a city built on secrets, where peace is nothing but a fragile illusion, an ancient enemy rises. And with him come the same shadows that once shattered everything: blood, jealousy, obsession. Because love, for the undying, is not salvation - It is a curse that never ends.
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In the vibrant streets of Bangkok, two women enter into a dangerous agreement- no promises, no feelings, no strings attached. Lingling has always lived her life by the rules: perfect daughter, perfect image, untouched and untouchable. But when her curiosity pulls her into the orbit of Orm-a reckless, magnetic playgirl with a dangerous charm and something extra between her legs-her world tilts off balance. What begins as a simple arrangement-text me when you're horny-spirals into nights of lust too raw to ignore. Orm pushes Ling past every limit, worships and destroys her in equal measure, until Ling can no longer tell the difference between pain and pleasure, denial and desire. But behind Orm's smirk and filthy mouth, something darker brews: attachment. Possession. Maybe even love. And as Ling struggles against the truth of her own longing, she's forced to face the one thing scarier than Orm's hands on her body-Orm's hold on her heart. Filthy. Tender. Addictive. This is not a love story. This is the story of how lust turned into something neither of them could escape.

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