Welcome Back, Master (LeviXEren)

Welcome Back, Master (LeviXEren)

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Attack on Titan
BOOK TWO! Before reading this, go read "The Kings Sex Toy" first! BEEN WARNED! "Eren, I promise you, I'll come back." It's been five years since than. Five years of torture. Five years of missing Levi. Five years of trying to find Levi. But Eren gave up, having the thought of he died, but his promise kept him to thinking he's not dead. He graduated from college and has a great job. Him, being one of the top business mens in his area, he and some new upper business mens are separated from natural work and starts working under someone new, Rivaille Savior. Meeting him once again, Rivaille has to pretend to not know who Eren is. Or, did he really forgot who Eren is? NOTICE: pretend Levi got taller than Eren! NOTICE: a fanfic of BOYS X BOYS! Don't like, don't read! No hate please and thanks!
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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