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Devour The Devil's Desires

iLma
[R-rated] “You taught death, I learnt life.” ~Between two brutal choices, she must choose one to live with as a price for the life she'd slain.~ Volume 1: At a midnight, the lass murdered a mortal, or at least it seemed like and a portrait of a mysterious painter witnessed it all - the dead and her deeds! Terrified, she was desperate to destroy the canvas of his when she found him out. But in the process, she destroyed herself; she who is the Cinderella of her own fairytale who fights to live every second and there, he is the monster who intimidates her to kill the lives for life. She is spirited, she is reckless, she doesn't know what she is doing whereas he is cold, he is tricky and thinks hard before every step he takes. “Paint me in with your colors.” That was all the desperate soul said. “Draw and destroy me on your canvases.” That was all the rigid mind heard. ***The cover belongs to me.*** Follow me on Instagram: ilm.arh Twitter: author_ilma Facebook Page: Author I.R. For more books: linktr.ee/ilm.arh
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