Mo Xiaotao

He is the emperor of the dark night—cruel and indifferent, rejecting the warmth of women's affection. He ensnared her, viewing her as the antidote to the love poison that coursed through him, instantly addicted, and henceforth, forever beyond redemption.
"The women who have glimpsed my body have only one destiny," he declared, donning a refined silver-black mask, his smile sly. "Yet, I find your scent intriguing. You may choose the manner of your demise."
Their first encounter saw him pinning her to the carpet. Though commonplace advances typically involved various kisses, he surprised her by biting her neck. The perplexing question lingered: Why was he, not a vampire, drinking her blood?!
Upon their second meeting, she fell prey to his bodyguard's abduction, brought before him. As she teetered on the brink of total consumption, a mysterious factor within her body was triggered...

9.9 Billion Bride

This entire paragraph ruthlessly tore at the man's heart, Liam Yancey's fingers clutching the phone turned white at the knuckles, and bloodshot streaks hid within the depths of his eyes.


Without a moment's hesitation, he dialed the number directly.


Tara Summer hadn't turned off her phone; seeing the call from George Summer, she hesitated for a moment but eventually answered, "Hello…"


The woman's voice was hoarse, sounding very exhausted, and Liam Yancey could even hear her thick nasal tone, knowing for sure she had been crying, and for a long time at that.


His heart clenched tighter inch by inch, and he spoke with a deep voice, "It's me…"


Liam Yancey!? Tara Summer was startled, her instinctive reaction was to hang up the phone.


"Tara Summer, dare to hang up and see?!" Even though she hadn't made a sound, Liam Yancey seemed to know what she was about to do, and he roared, stopping her in her tracks.


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