Completed Bl Novels & Stories

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

she said raising her head up. "What's it?" He asked. "Ok, but first, just know it's going to be a really long kinda speech, and I don't want interruptions." "Ok." She took in a deep breath. "I am not perfect, I have done lots of bad things, most of them I'm not proud of. We didn't meet in an exactly...well, you know how we met and what happened hours later. Then to my utmost surprise I found out you were my blind date the next day.. ok, let's just fast forward this." She laughed, Alex smiled at that. "What I am trying to say is, Torento is gone, my past doesn't hold as much mystery as I had thought, and everything concerning that had been cleared, so now, I want you to know that I..."

The man said in a pleading voice. Bonnie sighed, "You sure your wife won't mind?" "I'm sure." "Okay. I'm Bonnie, by the way." "I'm Blake. Pastor Blake." Bonnie smiled as she, Egg and Blake walked to his car. *** "Honey, I'm home!" Blake happily said as he walked into his house with Egg and Bonnie. A petite woman with blonde hair and blue eyes appeared. "Oh, hey. Uhh, who is this?" "Babe, this Bonnie and her guide dog, Egg. They'll be staying with us until Bonnie gets back on her feet. Is that okay?" Bonnie's cheeks reddened.

He remembered her words and without any thought, he darted out of the roots of the tree. Alex watched in calm as Weaver opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when the motion of a red blur shot out from underneath the slightly uprooted roots of a tree. Weaver was about to give chase but was stopped by Alex, who gently bit down on his tail. "Do not give chase." Alex said firmly and Weaver pulled his ears to his head but nodded while looking into the direction the red blur had run in.

Time to claim this too. '

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It was a raw, animal claim, a final mark outside of the art. "Beautiful," he panted against her skin. "The frame is complete. It is perfect. It is… enduring." He pulled away, leaving her kneeling, wired, and bleeding tiny jewels of crimson from the staple wounds, the gold wire glinting in the low light. "Tomorrow," he breathed, his voice full of a terrible finality, "we sign the work. And then… You will be finished."

Final. “Begin compatibility testing.”

A circle. Finally closed.