Fuck and Forget Series #2 They loved each other, yet the storm kept them apart. Some hearts don't get their happy ending, but the sunset will always remind you of what you almost had.

A BL STORY | ON GOING | UNEDITED Love begins when sparks hit you, they say. No matter how hard you try to avoid it, you can't escape. Your heart will find its way to go through the spark.

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Running from his dark legacy, the werewolf hunter River must align with his enemy to protect himself from a vengeful pack and his own family; a low fantasy enemies to lovers story. River is a werewolf hunter, born into the esteemed, silver-lined legacy of the Ferreus Clan. It's not a life he wants and not a life he chooses for himself, and on the eve of his twenty-fifth birthday - on the cusp of an initiation ritual that will seal him into the coffin of his family's legacy forever - he runs. River stumbles upon the quiet town of Crescent Valley, a largely mundane, quaint place of old bookstores and pleasant cafés and peaceful nature walks. He also, through no fault of his own, stumbles onto a gruesome murder scene. Body torn apart, blood still warm, an odd symbol carved into the man's bare, scratched chest. He recognises the signs. Crescent Valley has a wild dog problem. Thinking of his hard-won freedom and desperate for peace, River vows to himself- one last job. So he sets out on a mission to find the killer and put an end to them, if only so he can sleep without feeling the cool handle of a silver knife in his paranoid grip. River soon becomes entangled in a feud between rival werewolf packs clawing for territory, and the alpha of the Crescent Moon pack, Rowan, is getting a little too close for comfort. In Crescent Valley, where monsters roam the streets, it is kill or be killed. Quite literally. ───── • ⋆⋅➶⋅⋆ • ───── Status: Complete Story length: 95,000+ words Disclaimer: Some parts of this story are rated mature. There is a content warning at the beginning of these specific chapters.

BL story. (ON HOLD) Sweet Serenade Series

Sometimes love answers, not in the way we dream, but in the way it ends.

Books are just like us. They need to be seen and heard, their depths explored beyond what lies on the surface. Some stories wrap us in warmth and bring comfort, while others challenge us with harsh truths we cannot ignore. Their pages can be tangled and complicated, and plots may grow twisted as layers of meaning unfold. But who will step forward to reshape our paths if we don't know whose hand writes our life's story? Take Kenmarl, an ordinary boy who refuses to see his existence as merely time spent drifting toward an inevitable end, waiting for its final chapter to close. He spends his days asking who holds the pen to his fate, yet struggles to make sense of the pages he is already living through. He used to think the unexpected turns in his life were just mistakes or oversights by whoever is writing his story. But then, one unplanned kiss is the real turning point that completely transforms his life in ways he never could have imagined.

This story is about the second son of Arseni family

𓂃۶ৎ : bl | completed

Destiny's limits, yet choices remain. Started: 03/23/25 Status: Completed