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A Slave To The Evil Count

The story had gore, twisted relationships and dark thoughts. It is not suitable for kids. And instead of romance, more twisted desires and revenge had filled the book. You have been warned. There is a thin line between love and hate, who knew when it started to fade between us. Earl of Gravestone is the most dangerous man of the WhiteThrone Empire. Not because he is strong enough to kill them without thinking twice. But he deals in secrets. Secrets that could destroy the peace standing on the thin ice sheets over a flooding river. But he had not gotten all this wrapped up as a gift by his family. He had earned it. Earned to show that one woman that he was worth choosing. To show that he was strong and loved. and he definitely had forgotten her after she left him for another man. Except that… he did not. He was still clutched by her memories to the limit that it hurt him when he breathed. So what would happen if the newest secret he found was…. Her husband was a traitor. If he wants, he could break her life. But would he? The deepening shadow of the crimes he had committed and the darkness within him wanted to devour her. But a tiny part that still remembered her love wanted to save her at the same time. Who would win in the end?

Fallen_meteor · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
65 Chs

An End Or A Start?

"Your majesty has called for you, my lord." Rune bowed his head with respect but a mocking look appeared on his face as soon as it was hidden from Lenhart. What he did not know was, Lenhart was already aware of his motives. Yet he had kept him closer.

There was a saying, one should keep their enemies closer than friends. Lenhart closed the letters he was studying. His eyes had dark bags and he looked no less than a ghost. No one knew when was the last time he had slept on his bed.

Except occasionally passing out on his chair or in the carriage, no one saw him sleeping. Eating was also a rare thing for him now.

Rune looked at the stealing food in the corner and then to him again.

"What reply shall I send with the messenger?" his voice did not betray his intentions as he looked like a perfect aide one could ask for.