Chosen by the Living Reaper: But I Was the Succubus He Couldn't Resist

starve myself to death-thanks to my obsessive

rated into Vivian Hartwell-the long-lost "r

ttend a so-called "death matchmaking" event in Kingsford-on behalf of Natalie Ha

sty-every woman who'd ever been involved wit

were trembling on their knees, silently

eached to pick his unlucky victim, I took

, potent masculine essence-something en

cubus like me, this was n

my eyes practically glowing as I threw

..

om fell into

cattered away from me like

nder the spotlight-the only f

n his hand hovered midair as he sta

off and casually tos

er

all filled with relieved breaths,

twell, practically collapsed into their chairs, wip

excited I nearly j

masculine essence was a gift

d me by both arms, and roughly shoved me

verwhelming masculine essenc

to be

t felt like centuries,

suddenly gri

is striking face tw

-small, worn-out dress, the disgus

ou'd throw yo

ually bring immense wealth an

elite families sent their daughters i

in, but instinct com

, my throat tightening as the wor

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hand away like h

red at a visible speed, the c

e words through

meless l

slamming against the wi

before finally stopping i

re already line

nd contempt, like I was something that

s keen sense for scent, I quietly ma

n't lo

h, I slipped ins

-ceiling windows, outlining the sleep

leaving only that irresistible mascu

led too

one kiss. Just a litt

inching close

to touch his, his eyes sn

at and slammed me

eyes burned with terr

ng to