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Thirst(BL)

Henry was an ordinary 20 years old boy. Unexpectedly, he got transmigrated into his favourite childhood bedtime story, which he never knew how it ended. However, it happened to be that he transmigrated into the character he hated most. He had become the 14-year-old next successor of the duke of Bryxton. The next to be duke! In his words, It was a luxurious life in hell. He admitted that his life there was neither perfect nor bad if he forgot those strange and creepy things he encountered ever since. ..... But, who was that man, suddenly appeared in front of him, blurring his well-planned clear future? "Henry Bryxton, be my slave!" The man placed his sword on Henry's neck as he looked at him like he found something interesting. "Fuck you!" Born with a bad temper, that's when Henry regretted his nature for the first time in his life. That man made him regret every single word he had spitted out. Later, "Henry, I like you so much that I want to kill you." "Fu-...Then please kill me." He thought he had become a plaything for that man. As he watched how that man enjoyed teasing him in every worst way he could, he expected that his death would happen very soon at that man's hands. But how come everything seemed to get complicated as they got to know each other well? What were those mysterious things which bond them together? What made him special to that man? Love? Hatred? Lust? No, it was his thirst, only for him! Note: Mature content Transmigrated bottom × possessive top A magical world The story continues in a historical timeline like the 15th century. * * * Hope you enjoy reading!!! (The cover picture is from Pinterest. Respect to the artist.)

Sweet_Vanilla553 · LGBT+
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46 Chs

Wife

Henry listened to her telling everything emotionally. He felt how much pain she was feeling. Her voice and expression said it all.

She was supposed to die long ago. But had suffered so many years failing to kill herself. 

"Why do you want to die? You are now free. You can live that life you missed."

Henry wondered why she wished to die when other people wished to live as long as they could. Her suffering all these years was torture, that's right. But at that moment, she could live outside as she wanted. Henry could release her. Yet, she wanted to die.

"I don't want to live. I'm tired. Dying is the better option."

She said and smiled at Henry who looked worried about her decision.

"Give me some of your blood. That's enough."

Henry silently watched her asking for his blood. For what?

"Why?"