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I Laid With The Devil, Now He Wants All Of Me [BL]

GemJade
“If you think dying will make you escape from me, then you've got another thing coming. You can't die, Chip, not without my permission.” *** Here's a piece of advice, if you ever happened to have a crush on your best friend or worse, fall deeply in love with them to the point that you can't imagine what your life would be like without them… don't… and I said DON'T ever tell them how you feel. And why's that? Because you never know what will happen next. He might leave you heartbroken, dejected and full of regret. And the only solution you'll think of to stop these… shitty feelings is to get yourself drunk. And when you finally drink yourself to stupor and completely lose your goddamn mind, you might find the most beautiful, hottest guy you've ever seen and then the only thing in your mind will be to kiss them. Of course it sounds stupidly cliche… ugh… but it did happened to me. I kissed this man. And just when I thought the night couldn't get any worse, he proved me wrong. He gave me the traumatic night of my life. Haunted me to the point of craziness. Made me his slut. Drove me to death. Resurrected me. And made me his slut again. Trust me, there was no escaping this man. He made sure to let me know how powerless and weak I was. How everything and everyone I ever cared about could cease to exist in the twinkling of an eyes. Oh, I forgot. He wasn't human. He's a vampire. Yes, shocker, they do exist. But I prefer to call him The Devil. Because that's what he is. Childish, ruthless, heartless, evil, disgusting… everything all in one. He owns all of me. I know it. He knows it. Everyone knows it. My body, mind and soul… it all belonged to him. But I look so forward to changing that. This Book Is Rated Eighteen. Read At Your Own Discretion. Enjoy
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