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While packing, I would think of his disfigured body when he died. So, I packed on and off for two full days. At the very end, as I was wiping down a decorative piece on Dad's desk, a click sounded. A hidden compartment appeared on the bookshelf behind me, revealing a locked box. I froze for a second, then pried the box open with a hammer. Inside was a document I had never seen before. I read through it, noting that the contents seemed to relate to the Bianchi family's bankruptcy. I steadied my racing heart and hired a trusted private investigator to look into the matter.

The next few chapters are a series of stories that follow on from each other and have different peoples points of views. These was going to be released as a completely different book all together but seen as I decided to merge all three of Tales OF A Gay Man books together I will more than likely just keep adding to these. Also be very much appreciated if you can share and recommend my book/s with your friends and also share your thoughts on the stories published before and after the start of this next mini series of Tales Of A Gay Man, maybe even pass on some inspiration for new chapters or even a new book.

he asked encouragingly, increasing the pres- sure of his circling fingers. “I want to serve as your table…” I was mumbling, and Kellan leaned in closer, a quizzical expression on his face. “You want to sell me a fable?” “No.” The words tumbled out of me and I thought I would die of mortification. “I want you to use me as your coffee table.”

I, am currently hiding out in the bathroom if my own home after something that I will reveal later after I give you guys a quick run down. It’s all worth it. I’m on a throw away (not really just a secret) account because on my main, my friend and I, we’ll call him Ray, like reading AITA stories because they are funny but that is besides the point. My friend Ray and his ex, let’s call her Jessica have been on and off since the final year of middle school but finally took each other seriously in the summer going into second year of high school. (We're in our last year of grade school or going into it now).

Darren asked, his curiosity overwhelming him as he rose from his feet; slowly shuffling towards a large white cooler. Elika watched him as she thought, her mind overwhelmed by the urge to test out the television to see if he was speaking the truth, placing her hands neatly onto her knees as she began to speak, her tone low and light. “We have loads of games sir, especially when its winter, just stuff that everyone can participate in outside, like when my father rallies up his prisoners and ties apples to their heads and we have to shoot them off with arrows.” Darren chuckled slightly, reaching for a small can from the cooler as he turning towards the princess; his tone appearing friendly. “D

She shuddered as she heard two consecutive shots under a scream that sounded like Richard's. Thaddeus could not hold it anymore. He hurried past his mom, not carimg about the shards and peeped out the window in curiosity. He gasped in horror. Richard was atop the other man, the other man just laid there motionless; blood leaked from his almost distorted face. Just then he saw two dark red spots on the other mans body, it must have been the bullet holes from the shots he heard. Richard had shot the other man "Are you there? Report your emergency." The voice over the phone called out. It was the 911 mom had dialed earlier.

A very big crater had been made by whatever had exploded and dead people were scattered in pieces around them, the black hands inclusive. "This is the work of magic, it's the only thing that could have done this. Who would dare attack Snowlandia like this? " Bushui asked. "It must have been a really powerful Mage, the type you only hear about in stories. A dark mage." Jian replied. "I thought they were all wiped out in the last great war, or at least that's what's in the history books." They both heard a voice call their names. And turned in the direction of the voice.

I rolled my eyes. “Sure,” he replied, tracing his steps to the television and turning it on. He walked out of the room and closed the door gently. “Just in, a three-year-old was reported missing in the Kid's park by noon today,” the journalist who looked like he was in his late Forties said. “Poor kid,” I whispered, paying rapt attention to details. Just then, I felt my headache as scattered memories flickered in my head. “The boy identified as Hope Laurence from the…”

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.