Arkael tightened up his hold on Zadkiel’s wrist. He seemed to be too determined to squeeze out everything that bothers him. Now that he found him, he would never leave him again! He was no longer the child he was before!  “Let go of me...” Zadkiel, for some unknown justification, felt something like a shiver running down his spine, it shoots in every nerve on his physique leaving him feeling uncomfortable. He glared at Arkael with a hint of warning that if he continued his hold, he would punch him black and blue! Arkael didn't give up. This was him! Always stubborn and full of determination! He kept on holding him stubbornly until the guy would eventually spill out his thoughts towards him. Zadkiel would have known that Arkael was just the same as before when they first met if he could recall the past

Arkael was glaring at Zadkiel murderously. He had been worrying his fucking ass out while thinking of the man's emotional streak but he didn't expect that what he saw would turn him livid and mad.  What would happen to them if he hadn't arrived his ass at the right time? The thought of Zadkiel being kissed by Xander made his blood boiling. But why? This was the very first time that he felt this way. What was this feeling called? "Stop glaring at me like I've done something unforgivable. It sucks!" Zadkiel straightened himself and took his steps forward. He wanted to leave the club and go back to his hiding territory. There, he could find the solace that he needed the most. He could mend and heal his invisible wounds. Eventually, he could gather himself again and stand on his arrogant feet again!&nb

Zadkiel, after giving his apartment’s address to the culprit of his terrible headaches finally slumped down on his seat after making a few adjustments according to his preferred comfortable position.   As the dizziness hit and darkness engulfed him, his mind wandered off far away. He was dreaming of his childhood brother — Arky.   His dream was all starkly black, he couldn’t see anything. He tried to gaze around hoping to find some light to get rid of the darkness but he couldn’t find any.   “Call me Arky...” a young boy’s voice ranged to his ears.   He looked around but still, he couldn’t see the boy’s little face. Darkness was all over the place. He was confused why he couldn’t see anything

Arkael was just planning on easing his throbbing temple for just a couple of minutes before leaving but when he closed his eyes, he drifted back to his childhood when he was still an eight-year-old kid.   The day that his life had started to turn into a living hell!   “Huhuhu...” his mother, Merida was crying her eyes out after the appearance of the unknown man.   The man who owned the truck that was parked outside their driveway earlier. The one that he had happened to hear telling Merida something about some certain like ‘She was declared as dead on arrival.’ words.   That was the only set of words registered on his young mind as his rumbling tummy interrupted his eavesdropping from the s

Arkael’s mind was deeply clouded with a haze of affection seeing a smiling Zadkiel upon opening his eyes. He felt something within him crawling against his flesh making his neves curl in anticipation.   The guy looks so damned attractive in his eyes as he stared at him directly. He liked him, this was what he concluded in his mind.   No wonder... No wonder... He had f*cked a lot of women just to find satisfaction to his plight but that left him uneven. He also put up with some guys but that also made him even more chaotic. They would always haunt him wherever he went just to have him inside them. They had named him as a good f*cking man whore. That title would always remind him of how he suffered a lot during his previous years.   Zadkiel’s messy wet hair