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Deriek Russo

Flashback

Little Devillian stood silently in the small, suffocating room, the bread packet clutched tightly in his small, bruised hands. His forehead stung where blood still trickled down from a fresh gash, but he didn’t flinch. He didn’t cry.

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Eyrina

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If my stories use to make your day then please do support me..it will help me a bit to carry my own expanses.

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Eyrina

I write about the stories where the male leads are insanely whipped for the female lead. Most of my male leads are morally grey as I have a soft corner such male leads. I like to write the stories in such a way that i and every one who reads them can relate to it. So yeah...if you like such stories then welcome to my profile.