Dr. Alexander, a respected psychologist, is forced to confront his deepest fears when he agrees to counsel the infamous killer, the Angel of Death, Ezrael/Ezra. 

But When a simple consulting turns into a prison break, Ezra decides to keep him captive and now Dr. Alexander must navigate the treacherous world of her shadowy past and fight to stay true to his principles. Gradually, as he delves deeper into her past, he began to uncover her mysterious connection to him, pieces of his long lost childhood memories resurfaced and he sets out to uncover the truth. 

But as they face off against a powerful mastermind who wants to bring them both down and their own inner demons, they must decide where their loyalties lie.

Simultaneously, while they fight to stay alive and uncover the truth, Dr. Alexander must confront the dark side of his own nature and the overwhelming attraction he feels for Ezra. Will he be able to resist the pull of her seductive embrace and save her from her own demons, or will he be consumed by the shadows that surround them?

With its blend of action, suspense, mystery, and romance, "My Angel of Death" is a thrilling journey into the heart of darkness and the dangerous power of love.

Disclaimer: This novel contains violence/strong language/sexual contents/trauma...not recomended to readers under 16.

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MY ANGEL OF DEATH

"Just... How much more can her liver take?" I muttered, sipping on my still full glass of rum while looking across the club. The woman has been engaging in a drinking contest for the past two hours, barely taking any breaks, and she had already emptied two bottles. 


"... What liver?" answered Roy who was sitting next to me on the bar, shugging his second beverage. 


"How is it possible? I was sure that she was going to black out half an hour ago." 


My old companion lifted his head slightly, moving his gaze to Ezra with his eyes half open; tipsy after drinking too fast. "How many shots did this dumb kid have already?" 


"No idea. I lost count after the twelfth. " 


He grinned, emptying the rest of his glass before looking at me. "Let's make a bet. How many more shots do you think she can swallow before her brain shuts down?" 


'Mine'