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Tamed The Bleeding Maniac

Tamed The Bleeding Maniac

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Parts 42

MatureOngoing11h 7m

Last published Wed, Aug 12, 2026

Fiction

Romance

Dark Romance

Billionaires and CEOs

Erotica

Tagsaccident betrayal betrayed enimies eroticromance

Zaliekha Quiana Dionzon just wanted a quiet morning in the bakery she loved, smelling the warm yeast and flour. She never expected to become the center of a storm. Vladrius Xylon Monroeville is broken, shattered by a relentless trauma that whispers he will always be left behind. When he meets Zaliekha, his fractured mind latches onto her with a violent, suffocating obsession. He follows her through the shadows, bleeds for her in the dark, and threatens to unravel completely if she ever looks away. He is a manic force, ready to tear the world apart, or destroy himself just to keep her by his side. Everyone else runs away in terror. But Zaliekha doesn't. Caught in a web of obsession, blood, and a twisted kind of salvation, she finds herself holding the leash of a rabid, bleeding soul. When his mind shatters and the world threatens to burn, she is the only one who can put him back together, even if taming him means drowning in his darkness herself.

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