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Maxwell – POV You’d think growing up under the same roof made us brothers. Shared meals. Shared rooms. Shared ghosts. But the truth? Matteo and I were never cut from the same cloth. His parents took me in when I was just a baby, no name, no bloodline, nothing but a bundle of cries left on a dirty blanket at the edge of an alley. A street rat nobody wanted. Except them. They gave me food. A warm bed. A name that meant something in a world where names were currency.

This is a work of dark fantasy fiction and should be read with an open mind and a clear understanding of its mature and controversial themes. Happy Reading ! You can follow my F******k page, Mia X Novels and I*******m Account: miaxnovels, for more stories !

She said one word, loud and clear, ' Mate,' " Mate," he said in a deep sexy voice. My world was spinning. How was this possible? I was rogue; rogues didn't have mates. But there he was, looking at me with so much love and sadness. I soon realized his sadness was in the condition he found me, being harassed and almost ' killed,'

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.

And now Val is the voivodul in Muntania, the Val who was the monk and an abbot. In the year 6994, February 13th this was written earlier and then again in the year 6998 January 28th it was rewritten a second time by me, sinful Efrosin. At the time, when the story was written, it was more than short fictionalised representation of fragments from the mysterious life of Dragwer. What truly happened with that man nobody knows.

WARNING : THIS IS A MxM work of fiction (MALE x MALE fantasy romance) Please don't read it if you're against same-sex relationships or came here to leave hate. I WILL read comments and respond to every bit of hostility, filth, and disrespect towards the LGBTQ+ community. You CAN and absolutely SHOULD complain about my inability to write, but I won't tolerate hate speech towards loving people. ONLY 18+ READERS. The book contains violence, triggering content, foul language, graphic descriptions of nudity, and sexual content. I refuse to be held responsible for short breaths, raging heartbeat and dripping panties. You’re warned too, gentlemen, I see you ;)

"You did what you did to survive. I can't hold that against you. If anything, I don't deserve you after everything that I did to you." "They raped me more times than I could count," Lian continued, ignoring Callum's words. "And then one of them pumped me with drugs and then it made it bearable, physically. That's why I became an addict. It helped numb the pain. I don't even know how many of them are, I just know I was passed around while I was high out of my mind and then I'll wake up with a bunch of cash next to me. I'm used and disgusting. I'm nothing more than a piece of trash."

Alex slumped on top of me with a layer of cum coating both our chests. "That was fucking good," he mumbled against my neck. "I don't think we need to buy condoms anymore," I said, making Alex chuckle. He slowly pulled out of my hole and I could feel his cum drip out of me. Goosebumps appeared on my skin as I shivered from the sensation. Alex then went down and dragged his tongue from my navel up to my chest, filling his mouth with my cum. Alex then gently grabbed my jaw, opening my mouth, and letting the cum drip from his mouth into mine. Alex watched as I swallowed my own cum, a satisfied smile filling his face.

I gritted my teeth as I released the broken pencil from my hold, allowing it to roll over on the table until it hit the rug with a muted sound. Elsa glanced up from her book to stare at me. “Did you just snap your pencil in half?” Lucas guffawed. “I guess Elliot is trying out his Hulk skills.” “I don’t blame him,” Houston mumbled. His brown hair was a mess from running his hands through it and his glasses sat askew on the bridge of his nose. “Anything would be better than studying for this damned test.” He punctuated his words by flipping another page of his Business Ethics textbook.