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"Yes, I do know what would come of killing you." Ice growled, a small bit of hatred and hurt coming into her eyes.
"I know that only good would come of it, only the freedom of all the people you have imprisoned to work for you without pay, the people you have locked up just because you think it's fun, just becau-cause..." she trailed off as her own blood began to drip from her mouth.Tous Droits Réservés

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Cursed Love, écrit par MirahSelim

"I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted her throat steadily raising her shaken up gaze. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse. But her heart bled curse did what he considered a myth. Shaken up his soul. Tarnished his peace. Snatched his every happiness. He was left with nothing but agony and pain he once conflicted on an innocent. If you want to read a story full of regret, redemption, hate and pain then welcome. WARNING: THERE CAN BE GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES SO DON'T MIND. P. S story will be removed within 24 hours after the completion.

Born in Blood, écrit par Loverofdangerouslove

"I hate you so fucking much." Blood burning my eyes. "Then I will fuck you like I loathe you." He growled in my ear as he ripped my knife out of my hand and dragged it down my bare thigh. Both a bloody mess, we held our daggers tight in our fists, as Shade kissed down my bruise and sliced face. *** Born in a pool of blood, found by the Italian mafia, and bred to kill. A weapon herself, Mazikeen slaughters mercilessly until Boss has her pair up with the biggest prick she knows to kill the ultimate prey.

Shackled Exemption, écrit par bbllaacckkaangel

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Bright Blood, écrit par KatGallager

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Death's Awakening, écrit par hananahQbanna

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Reaping The Red Heir

He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.