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

"Emma?" Michael Greenwood's voice was deep; he had just hung up after a call with Morgan Benson.


Already aware that she wanted to cancel the wedding, "…Do you want to see me?"


He guessed that she wanted to speak with him, to clarify things between them.


"Mm, can you come over now?" Emma Benson, leaning against the wall, mustered all her strength to stand up, her legs constantly trembling, somewhat unsteady.


Michael fell silent for a moment, then said, "Wait for me…" 


As the words left him, he had already disconnected the call. Emma stared at her phone screen, her delicate eyebrows knit tightly as she slowly made her way to the bathroom.


Her movements were slow today; by the time she finished dressing and came out from washing up, an hour had passed, and Michael had already arrived at the Benson Family's home.


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