TomatoesandCoffee

When he was born, his grandfather declared he would be a tyrant who would slaughter and pillage, a cold psychopath who would ascend the world throne.

Cruelty and indifference are engraved into his bones and madness from years of licking blood on the edge of a knife. 

His fate hides countless sins.

Drugs, guns, gangs, war, and blood.

The heavens themselves would not stand such a scourge and his enemies condemned him to eternal damnation in death.

In his last life, the heavens did strike him down– bankrupt, imprisoned, crippled, and finally dying pathetically, seething with manic hatred and resentment. 

Never knowing his true enemies even to the end.

Until he opened his eyes again, and he was back to the very beginning.

Selwynn fell into darkness. He opened his eyes, stared at the dark abyss, and suddenly laughed out loud.

 Therefore, darkness is the original colour of the world, and destruction is his calling.


Until a man, stained with the nobility of a Juliet Rose, took a step closer, held his neck, and felt the blood pumping beneath the warm skin. 

His fair and slender fingers were like vines growing from hell, wrapping around the man's neck, biting into his flesh.

"You belong to me."
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Dangerous Redemption [BL]

The biggest difference between London and China was the humidity. London was dreary all year round, especially in the winter. However, now that it was late December, almost time for Christmas, bright red and green blurred with grey in the car window, and cheerful music sounded from the mall entrances and shops.

Selwynn looked out the window, the light reflecting in his eyes. From beside him, a voice asked casually, "What do you plan for Christmas this year."

Selwynn looked away from the windows and met Anson's smiling eyes, he was somewhat appeased by his constant chatter for the past hours, and at this time, Selwynn finally replied to his words, "There is nothing special about Christmas."

Anson raised his brow, "Even a crime lord needs to relax now and then. Don't you like gifts?"

Chapter 111