Coeur De Bleu
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 48m
  • Reads 526
  • Votes 68
  • Parts 7
  • Time 48m
Ongoing, First published Oct 24, 2017
Mature
"Suddenly A strong wave came crashing down on him, he was struggling to stay afloat. There were large fish jumping out of the water. The current pulled him down, the water was pressing from all sides, he was gonna drown. The sea was ice cold, but the world above was lit like a blazing inferno. The disturbance in the water was obvious, as the beautiful shimmers of light caught the tail fins of the unknown creatures moving through the water. How beautiful they were he thought, not caring at all that he was sinking, sinking into the bottom of the ocean. 

         Elijah Leonardo Smith was in love with the boy,who came to the cafe everyday to get his morning coffee. And he worshipped every inch of the beautiful nymph that was infront of him.  Little did he know how much truth there was to that little sentence.
         Read as Elijah and his love, flies through the Beautiful temptress of love and turmoil.  and read as they overcome the trials life throws at them and as they both finally discover themselves.
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Undercover (Boyxboy) cover
Be My Escape [BoyxBoy] cover
Don't Forget Me In The Morning cover
High Tide (boyxboy) cover
The End Is Only the Beginning cover
Echo of the Past cover
Uncertain Tides (BoyXBoy) [Editing] cover
Of Different Waters (boyxboy) cover
A Touching Of Lips (BoyxBoy) cover
Eli  cover

Undercover (Boyxboy)

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My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.