Cerulean Heart.
Deep, sky-blue love.
A deep enough love to go around x3.
Started - 7 February 2020
Completed - ongoing.
#1 in Poly 01/1/23✨
#1 in r18 08/11/20
#1 in BxGxB 08/29/20; 1/19/21
#1 in BxGxBxB 08/13/21
#1 in MxWxM 08/13/21
#1 in menage...
This is a Polyfidelity story, meaning all parts of the relationship are intimately together. This will include mxm scenes as well, if this is a problem for you I totally understand. And with that being said it would be best to exit the book now.
I've found within this book I enjoy domestic writing. Just enough plot to push the characters together and give depth to their personalities (of course while moving the story along), while creating room for lots of fluff and oncoming smut.
With that being said, if your someone who is: uncomfortable with sexual scenes, uncomfortable with MxM content, and or quickly bored of fluff... again, this probably isn't the story for you.
For those who choose to stay, welcome and I hope you enjoy the ride. - Angel
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"Que te pasa? Estás tolo? Pérdete!" (What's wrong with you? Are you crazy? Get lost!) Lúa yelled adamantly. The blond haired stranger had been following her all the way off the plane from Galicia, Spain to Charleston, South Carolina.
The boy looked shocked, he opened his mouth to say something, a panicky look painted on his features. But Lúa quickly cut him off, "Apura!" (Hurry up!)
The boy looked fairly young, maybe around fourteen-fifteen years old. But regardless having someone literally follow your every step in broad daylight was unnerving. Especially when they seem to looked like they could beat you up effortlessly. Lúa was quite the petite thing, and the blond? He was not.
She sped up, the only luggage she hadn't sent to her new home rolling on the concrete speedily.
The boy gaped before sprinting after her, "Agarde por favor!... Estou perdido..." (Hold on please!... I'm lost...)
She'd grimaced scratching the back of her curly brown hair with a annoyed sigh, needless to say she did hold on though.
That was how Lúa ended up taking in a small puppy, whose owner misplaced the "Pick up little bro" stamp on the calendar.
