Valoel

She lives a simple life. His is as tangled as a piece of thread. She is full of joy and bliss. He is burning with hate and blood lust. 
But somehow, they need each other.
And he would stop at nothing to make sure she is his.
In a world of where you feel cold, you gotta stay gold.
The pains of a past life and the bewilderment of the future, can these two souls become one?

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Rich guy, Poor girl

Sam hung the eighteenth dead ram in the death chamber. 'Master Cannon is seriously in a sober mood.' Austin arrived home angry and when he was angry, it spelt doom for all the servants. When he was not in a good mood, he would shoot dead animals, eat tremendously, shout at every and anybody he sees and probably strangle someone. But the good part was that any living servant will be able to eat all sorts of delicacies that Master Cannon hadn't eaten. "Do you want me to shoot you instead of the ram?" Sam trembled as he heard Austin's voice. 'No Sir."

Sam rushed out of the chamber and stayed by the side of the door. He heard several loud gunshots accompanied with sickening thuds like sounds of sacks of blood dripping on the flood. Austin marched out and glared at Sam.

"Shall I hang another, Sir?" "No, I think that will be all. Clear it out and send Sally to my room immediately." "Yes, Sir." Sam vanished into the room and Austin walked down the hallway. He had built a tall tower beside his mansion and had only a long stairway built in.

It served as his torture chamber and he felt famished but needed a bath. He exited the tower and walked towards the mansion door. He opened it and grimaced at the mess he had caused. Maids were scattered throughout the living room, cleaning the vases and cups that he smashed. He ripped open three bags of flour, broke eight paintings and sent to maids in a coma. He threw a glass at one and the second maid, well, it is a story for another day.

All the servants avoided looking at him and went on with their work. He trotted upstairs and quickly took a bath. He had finished dressing when he heard a soft knock on the bedroom door.

"Come in, Sally." A pretty brunette wearing a black and white striped dress walked into the room and closed the door.

"You sent for me, Master." She said in a shaking voice. "I did. Tell Mae that she should roast each and every ram that is in the smoke house. We are expecting guests and you know exactly what to do. They will be arriving tomorrow at three in the afternoon and I want you to prepare for it Do you hear me?"

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