Allure Of The Night - Chapter 487 To Be Her Shadow

Seventeen-year-old Grayson has endured a harrowing childhood, leaving him with a dark and twisted philosophy. Driven by this painful doctrine, he imposes his skewed beliefs on everyone and everything around him. His malevolent actions draw the attention of an ancient evil, an entity wrapped in darkness and legend. This being sees in Grayson the potential to carry on its legacy.As the ancient evil begins to mold Grayson for a future drenched in darkness, he finds himself drawn deeper into a web of manipulation and control. Questioning whether he has the strength to defy the fate that has been thrust upon him.Theós, an ancient deity whose origins are lost to time, rules with an iron grip, instilling fear and absolute control over those who dare challenge him.“If it is not within Theós' plan, it cannot be done!”

Pinning her tall body against the hard wall, he looked into her beautiful emerald green eyes as he spoke in a deep voice, "I have two options for you," his body came closer to hers as he continued, "Be my girlfriend. Or," his lips turned into a sly smile as he whispered close to her ear, "Be my boyfriend." He even dared to wink right before her as his dark orbs glinted amusingly.

Sheng Jiaoyang, a scumbag full-level disaster, turned on the fast-passing mode after overturning the car, and happily worked in various worlds.

As a result, accidentally, they all turned into snake spirits.

The playful son on campus, the eldest young master of the wealthy group, the cold and paranoid hero, the playboy of the game world, the noble and cold monarch of a country… These are supposed to be the proud sons of heaven who should have a smooth life, but they all met Misfortune floods Sheng Jiaoyang.

Jiao Yang spread his hands helplessly: “Everything, what if your host is too charming?”

System: “…Just be happy if you’re happy.”

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