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Hellbound With You

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "I love you, despite the danger signs." ____ Sheltered and innocent Abigail is terminally ill. She knows she will die soon so before she dies, she wants to fulfill her one and only wish - to fall in love. She wants to experience loving someone romantically. But under one strange condition- she wants a man who will not fall in love with her because she doesn't want him to suffer when she's gone. She met Alexander Qinn, the coldhearted and mysterious man. He warns her from the start that he doesn't do love and that he is dangerous. But that made him the perfect man for Abigail. He was exactly the kind of man she was looking for. Alexander will teach the innocent Abigail about his kind of pleasure while Abigail will show him the joy of doing simple things in life. Their completely different worlds collide, Abi's illness and the mysteries about Alexander will slowly be revealed. Can Abigail handle his own kind of hell? Can Alexander handle her light? ___ VOLUME 1 [MAIN STORY] - STATUS: COMPLETED A story of a terminally ill girl and a heartless man. ____ VOLUME 2 [SPIN-OFF] - STATUS: COMPLETED A story of a vampire prince and a feisty and rich human girl. ____ VOLUME 3 [SPIN-OFF] - STATUS: COMPLETED A story of an ancient witch's unrequited love. ____ VOLUME 4 [SPIN-OFF] - STATUS: COMPLETED A story of a ghost and a vampire prince. #enemies-to-lovers ____ Cover is mine so don't use it. Instagram account: kazzenlx.x facebook page: author_kazzenlx Discord server: https://discord.gg/UGTA3A4

KazzenlX · Fantasy
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932 Chs

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Alex's face was filled with astonishment. Never in his life did he imagine Abigail offering herself to him like this. And this was exactly what his body was dying for right then. It made his body burn with a fire that he never felt before. Just the sight of her naked, slender neck was enough to elevate his thirst to the highest degree, making him feel that not drinking her blood right then would definitely make him burst into flames.

His blood boiled in his veins, scorching hot, burning his throat. The loud thudding of his heart had turned into background music. His head was getting hazy and all his senses were screaming for her blood, his Abigail's blood.

He cursed and cursed inside him, his rationality trying to overcome his demonic instincts, but his body still moved closer, and his head drew closer towards her nape. Her scent and the smell of her blood was so intoxicating that even his brain wavered as it registered how impossibly good it was.