
yuri19
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923 / 923 chs
This novel ripped me apart, stitched me back together, then threw me off a cliff again.
319 / 319 chs
Suffering, do love you, Deon. But I am cursed with this yearning: to crave a hand I will never hold, to breathe the air of a world I cannot reach, to belong to someone who will never belong to me. Why tf are you fiction?!!?
Everything here is tragedy...The sibling bond you will find inside is not salvation but sentence, a tether that drags rather than saves. Planch’s truth is simple and cruel: I’ll be a bastard, I’ll be hated, I’ll stain my own hand....if it means my brother breathes one more day..... it is fated to wound. Yet it is also the last thing left standing when everything else collapses.
163 / 163 chs
Oh, to be cherished the way Izek loves Ruby; to be seen, defended, and chosen as though the world itself could burn and still he’d never let go.
354 / 354 chs
I’d sell my soul for Deon Hart, burn my future, and trade my last heartbeat just to exist in the same universe as him (I'd prolly die...but idgaf). Breathing the same air with him would be a miracle; touching his shadow would be my salvation.