Description
Death is natural. But living for death is unnatural. Manik Malhotra lives for death. He is the call to beauty as a destroyer. He lives for kill. None and nothing can keep him from killing, he drizzles in blood. Women entice him to kill- beautiful and young, he mold them to a source of enjoyment, for his pleasure, then vacate them to death, in blooded pieces. No remorse, nothing. His addiction for killing is an art- a methodical art to satisfy his needs. Though he crazed love, not for love. Everything he folds and unfolds, is a game to doom. And not only is he the master of the game, some unknown force also pulling the trigger from somewhere. A game of cat and mouse. A game of betrayal. A game of seduction. No good is good, and no bad is good. Everything is a game. Killing is a game. No angel can fly, unless they exposed what is inside them. Only one will remain, in the end. Love can be chaotic. What will happen when love become the iconoclast of the game of bloodshed? Find out who survives in this game and what is hidden behind the all mask. --------------------------- ******MONTHLY UPDATE****** WARNING: Mature content, Heartbreak, Violence! Read at your own risk. And also This is a fiction work. (FAN-FICTION) ALL RIGHT RESERVED. Copyright © 2020 by death_angel00. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without prior written permission of death_angel (Jahan Yna).
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