Veedolly

[Mature Content R18]

"At first I thought something was trying to possess my body, but it seems this body was never mine to begin with".

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After a fatal car accident, Diane wakes up in a body that doesn't seem to be hers regardless of how identical it seems to others.

The body often disobeys her orders and she finds her heart cold towards those she once loved. 

Overtime, a familiar stranger keeps visiting her dreams to sleep with her but the visits soon begin to get too constant which leads her to dig deeper into his identity. 

After discovering he’s not human, Diane finds herself stuck in the middle of a power struggle between him and his demonic siblings which leads to a war in the long run nearly destroying the human realm. 

And whenever it looks like peace is a step away — new enemies continue to appear as friends turn foes.

Yet, ignoring all the danger signs— Diane is ready to risk it all, just to be with him. 

But how do you say yes when the whole world is screaming no?

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(Trying not to put too many spoilers out here but you won’t be disappointed)^^

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The Succubus in my Bed

Igris closed the gap between them with two long strides, wrapping an arm around Dave's waist while the other moved to cup his cheek.

Before Dave could react, the redhead was kissing him with a passion and fervor he couldn't deny.

"Wait!". Dave shoved their faces apart before scanning around to see if anyone had noticed the kiss just now. The only other people in the hallway were too far away and they all seemed to be looking at a painting.

He sighed in relief before looking back at Igris to whisper. "What...what are you doing here?".

"What do you mean? I came with my brother". Igris almost laughed before letting go of the human to allow him to stand on both feet.

Dave rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he'd never expected the man before him to be from one of the top families in Fredo. In fact, he'd tried severally to convince himself it had all been part of his imagination.

A Zebra & Its Stripes