LOGIN“You can play Priest for as long as you like,” he spat, ignoring my protests, “but you will never find salvation.” His words struck like a curse, but that wasn’t the reason my chest heaved, goosebumps littered my skin, and definitely not the reason I felt hot despite the chilling dip from the lake. Ezreal’s eyes widened momentarily, noticing. I winced as his hand shifted, pressing against the stiff betrayal straining against my soaked robes. He stilled for only a second, then a wicked grin overtook his features. “Well, well,” Ezreal drawled, his voice taunting “Look who’s getting excited,” “Stop,” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as the humiliation dug deep. “Please….” He leaned forward, his breath hot as his lips ghosted over the shell of my ear. “I will taint you so bad,” he whispered, his hand tightening against my crotch. “So bad you won’t have the courage to stand on the altar you abandoned me for.” ****** At sixteen, Ezreal Vossell took the fall for a murder to protect the only boy he ever loved—Baron Lander, the timid son of the town’s high priest. A known delinquent, the bastard child of the mayor, but the only one who saw him for his true self was Baron. Ezreal made the ultimate sacrifice, and all he wanted in return was Baron’s support. But alas, on the day of the trial, Baron betrayed him, casting him aside to please his father. Ezreal was sentenced to life in prison, his heart shattered beyond repair. Fifteen years later, he was released, but gone was the naive sixteen-year-old. He’s returned as the ruthless leader of a mafia syndicate, and with all the power and wealth at his fingertips, he yearned for one thing alone. Revenge.
View MoreIf the world demanded your life, I would offer mine before the echo left its mouth. My existence is merely the echo of your name. EZREAL’S POV The day they discharged Baron, the hospital corridors felt too narrow for the kind of relief sitting in my chest. He walked slowly. Stubbornly. Refused the wheelchair. Of course he did. His shirt hid the bandages wrapped tight around his torso, but I knew exactly where the stitches pulled when he moved too quickly. I stayed half a step behind him anyway, close enough to catch him if he faltered. He didn’t. He never did. Outside, the air was sharp with late afternoon heat. The city hummed like it didn’t know how close it had come to losing him. I opened the car door for him. He raised a brow. “You’re hovering.” “I’m assessing.” “Assess from the driver’s seat.” I almost smiled. Almost. He slid in carefully. I shut the door and walked around to my side. For the first time in years, I wasn’t thinking about retaliation. Or strategy. Or
Lucy Lane Mcanni Ada Joel Silly hearty Tomile Xander Win Princess Pearl Jenny Brown ADV Tia Becca Bookie–butt Nicheeka Smith Shobhhh Suigeneris Glory Okodugha Supriya Gupta Adejoke Margaret Macaulay Alexia raheemsofiat34 malu220 Oluwatoyosi Eniola YES, I TAKE NAMES AND I'LL KEEP TAKING EM! To my beautiful readers, One more flip and We’ve reached the final page. The story of EZREAL AND BARON has officially come to an end… and wow. I’m sitting here with a full heart and slightly trembling fingers because finishing a book is one thing, but finishing it with you is something entirely different. Ezreal and Baron lived in my head for so long. They argued with me. They surprised me. They broke me a little. And somehow, through every late night and every stubborn scene that refused to cooperate, you stayed. You showed up. You felt every ache, every quiet moment, every fracture and every healing breath alongside them. That means more than I can properly put into wor
You don’t understand — your suffering rewired me.Every bruise you carried became a vow carved into my bones.BARON’S POVPain came before memory. Not sharp at first. Heavy. Like my body weighed too much for my bones. Then the beeping. Slow. Rhythmic. Annoyingly steady. I tried to move my hand.Something tugged. IV line. Hospital. The chapel. Gunshot. Ezreal. My eyes flew open. The ceiling above me was white. Too white. The light hurt. My throat burned like I’d swallowed smoke.For a second, I didn’t know if I was alive.Then I turned my head slightly, and saw him…Mine.Ezreal was slumped forward in the chair beside my bed, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly together like he was holding himself in place.His shirt was still stained with my blood. He hadn’t changed. His head was bowed. And he looked… exhausted. I swallowed. It hurt. “…Ez.” My voice barely existed.But he heard it. His head snapped up so fast the chair scraped loudly against the floor. For a split second, he jus
Every breath I take without you feels like theft.Return to me, so I can breathe like a man again and not an empty vessel pretending.EZREAL’S POVI saw red. Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Red. Baron’s body hit the stone and the sound split something inside me. For half a second, the world didn’t exist.Not the chapel. Not the bodies. Not the blood still spreading beneath Landon. Just him. Falling. “Baron!” I was already moving before his name finished tearing out of my throat.I caught him before his head struck the floor, dropping to my knees so hard the impact jarred through my bones. His weight collapsed into me, warm and frighteningly limp.There was blood. Too much. It soaked through his shirt, dark and spreading fast beneath my hand when I pressed against his chest. “No,” I said. It wasn’t a command. It was a refusal.Behind us, Celeste was still standing where she had fired. Gun trembling. Eyes wide. For the first time since I’d known her, she didn’t look composed.She lo
CELESTE’S POVThe room still smelled like sweat and power. Lucien’s office table was slightly askew, papers half-slid to the floor, one of the heavy candlesticks tilted from where it had been knocked aside. The air was thick, heavy with what had just happened.Against my better judgement, I had le
MALRICK’S POVThe office door shut behind me with a muted thud.Lucien’s fortress always felt colder once you stepped out of his presence. Calculated. Clinical. Every corridor was designed for power and paranoia. I rolled my shoulders once, easing the tension there.I had considered going to Baron.
EZREAL’S POVThe line went dead.For a moment, I just stood there, phone still pressed to my ear, listening to the silence Malrick had left behind. Slow inhale. Slow exhale.I wanted to drive to him right now. To find him before midnight. To grab him by the collar of that immaculate coat and slam h
CELESTE’S POVI didn't know why I pushed his hand, all I wanted was for him to stay away from me at that moment. Suddenly, the anger and pain I had been carrying pushed its way forward. Lucien’s brows lifted slightly, more intrigued than offended. His fingers lingered in the air between us before
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