Pumpkin King

Pumpkin King

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Mon, Apr 13, 20263h 53m
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Fantasy
Read Trigger Warning Before Reading The Book. In the dead of night, Sage and a group of unsuspecting women were plucked from their mundane lives and transported to a foreboding realm, where the boundaries between reality and nightmare blurred. They found themselves at a masquerade ball, surrounded by an unholy assembly of creatures from the shadows. The air was heavy with the stench of decay and corruption, and the masks worn by the attendees seemed to conceal their true, sinister intentions. The women soon realized they were the prizes to be won, forced to participate in a twisted game of survival. The creatures, with their razor-sharp claws and teeth, circled their prey like predators, eager to claim their victims. The women's screams were drowned out by the haunting melody of the ball, as they were dragged deeper into a world of unspeakable horrors. Reader discretion is advised. If you are sensitive to triggering content, please proceed with caution or avoid reading this book altogether.
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