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King Of Blood: Her Sin, His salvation

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1979    |    Released on: 12/09/2026

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g hazel green eyes expanded as the vase slithered off my

my face ashen with embarrassment. A

to kill me?" She

s. "I'm sorry for the rude welcome.

oof of my mouth. I didn't know how to explain

ensive ever since. She wasn't aware that anyone would be coming, that's why she a

rned to her. "I'm truly sorry. I prom

ve way to a polite smile. "I un

problems that I forgo

rial killer.

irls," He flashed us an encou

her bags into the common area. My stomach grumbled loudl

tely taking in her appearance. Then I noticed how low the neck

pants or long skirts. My shirts were basically oversized,

She snapped he

to my surprise, then massaged my neck a bit, chuckling. "You

name?" She sat on one of the boxes

Kiyana D

apping against her chin. "Risana? Kiyana? Those names d

resided in her eyes and for the first time in twenty years, so

I'm Jamaican. What's your name?" I asked,

aring at the ceiling with her hands clasped comfort

our first

ut travel to Mexico sometimes for vacation.

aning against the he

I was never allowed to leave Canterbury even though my fathe

ting my aunt in Alaska but this

ything," She stood up. "It was nice meeting

small smile. "Ye

ing of apprehension vanishing at the f

n't a

~

ting to be called upon. The gentle rays of sun bou

neatly folded in the empty closet, I wonder

into Mr Serial killer again. Ordering clothes from online stores wa

hould

rt skipped a beat, an exhale following suit when I

Cyra waltzing in with a

" She chirped, dropping

to her. "Good morning," I replied whi

eeve shirt boldly revealing her black bra. My lips further pushed away from

Cyra, not a club," I tried to s

at the dresses on the bed. "Come on, take a look at what I've

needed clothes?" I s

elief. "I figured it ou

ropping it instantly. It looked like a mosquito net sewn

easts would be spilling out if I managed to put it on,

one too," I dropp

ht, check the last one. It's either you

was a strapless crop top and a pair of distressed jeans wi

a statement, a brand that we'll be building for ourselves in this prestigious colleg

he bed and crashed onto

ding a sister in her because we were so dif

ld streets of Canterbury if Father

'd wear the clothes, but after

dies ended but it was as bland as an unseasoned omelet. I had nothin

ing pastries, crochet and all. I didn't want to end up as a Su

ed some clothes from a store and sat qu

ead it housed two other people beside Cyra who were conveniently seated

gs on both ears and a string of star-shaped tattoos running across the back of his rig

behind a cool mask

ting their eyes from the

to sound nice, but i

d was covered with several outfits ranging from rocker chic to biki

fashion house, she was oblivious of m

t smile captivating her face. "

eople?" The question packed a p

e pointed at the living room. "They are new friends who will be accompanying us to a birthday par

. What makes you think that I like to be in such

'd been checking out earlier and

at got to do with an

ugh to choose your path. I wouldn't choose to live like a hermit if I we

are she speak to me like that when she

isions for me and get away with it? I don't like parties, neither do I need unnecessary guests. I need silence to remain sane so if you can't wo

nd crashed onto the floor. In this room, I woul

ng a ride. My heart didn't skip each time I

red the frustration of studying what I hated to he

voice resonated behind my

came in, I noticed the

as I studied her. "

e to you. Ris, I like you a lot and I don't want you to chan

-faced all because I couldn't control my temp

just angry at the wrong person. I'm

up instantly.

roperly celebrated my free

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King Of Blood: Her Sin, His salvation
King Of Blood: Her Sin, His salvation
“It was a case of frying pan to literal fire. One moment, I was running from my high-handed father; and the next, I was being hijacked by a blood-stained, ruggedly handsome stranger. The deal I struck with my father was not so simple: four years of freedom in exchange for a lifetime of dedication to Sunday School teaching in his church. Easy choice, or so I thought. I couldn't be more wrong. The stranger was glued to my side like an untreatable infection, unyielding in his devotion. And worse than that, he was everything I should have been running away from. Ruthless killer. Mafia Capo. Notorious gang leader. When every new male acquaintance wound up dead, I made an awfully shocking discovery. Or two. I lost my virginity in mysterious ways-I had never had sex before and the rapist that hunted my dreams texted me after a close friend's murder. And the worst one yet? The man I trusted with my whole life? He was the reason my world crumbled.”