Everlasting Days [They Both Die At The End Fanfic]

Everlasting Days [They Both Die At The End Fanfic]

  • WpView
    Reads 333
  • WpVote
    Votes 14
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Oct 29, 2018
WpInfo
Fanfic
Mateo knew something was up the moment he took a bite of the French Toast on the morning of September 5, 2017. He knew something was off when he crawled out of the safe space on the bed to go and turn on the oven. He knew he was safe when he felt two strong arms pulling him from the extreme heat. However, panic filled him as he felt the air suddenly grow to nothing. He could hear Rufus muffledly screaming and crying. Something was wrong, something was terribly wrong. He tried to move, he was kicking and yelling out, but he couldn't see anything. His glasses. The fire must've melted them. There was a loud rustle, then the air was back once again, along with the bright light of the moon, which was quickly followed by a blast of pain throughout his entire body. He survived. He cheated death. Rufus was there, sobbing as he hugged the life out of Mateo, who deposite hurting badly, did not push him away. He embraced this, almost like a small victory. His head ached, his muscles ached, the burns that covered his skin ached the most, though. But he was alive. He was alive and so was the love of his life, his dearest and "Last Friend", Rufus. No, not a friend. His soulmate. His boyfriend. His lover. He was not his best friend. He was something far more than that. The Plutos were his best friends, Mateo, was his world. And Rufus was Mateo's world. And they had each other. And would always have each other. They cheated death. They proved Death-Cast wrong. Or so they think. There's still two hours until midnight. Two hours until one of them could die. They were on their way to the hospital, both of them on hospital beds hooked up to oxygen and breathing steadily as they held each other's hands. They were doing it. They were cheating death. They were going to live. They were going to live and they were going to be the d*mn godparents Penny could ever have. They would always be there for Penny. And they'd be there for Lidia. For Tagoe. For Aimee. For Malcolm. For Mr. Torrez.
All Rights Reserved
#36
adamsilvera
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Lethal Vendetta [ known as Mafia Queen ]
  • Guns and Roses | βœ”
  • Creeps With Claws || Not Being Finished
  •  My Babies Mystery Daddy.            (Completed March 2021)
  • What if they don't die at the end?
  • Stuck With Mr. Billionaire
  • Perfect Hell (Book 1) - COMPLETED! (editing in process!)
  • Silent Pain

'π’šπ’π’– π’Œπ’π’π’˜ π’˜π’‰π’‚π’• π’•π’‰π’†π’š π’”π’‚π’š 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙? π’Šπ’•'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕.' |18+| - 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’–π’π’…π’†π’“π’˜π’π’“π’π’…, 𝒉𝒆 π’•π’‰π’“π’Šπ’—π’†π’” π’Šπ’ π’Šπ’•. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Two twisted people taking out justice in the way they know best. She's the queen of the game and darkness. He's the master of control and manipulation. In the dark alleys of underworld, where loyalty is a luxury and love is a liability, one rivalry flame ignites between the ruthless mafia queen and the FBI agent tasked with taking her down and they hate to admit; only one would reign. Power is her game. Seduction is his trap. When he's betrayed and taken under her rein, she offers him a deal; power in exchange of loyalty, but when their moves becomes seduction, who will make the next move - and who will be left exposed? What happens when they both find themselves ensnared in a web of darkness, where the whispers of the shadows revealed truths too horrifying to conceal? Join this pair in the rollercoaster of a life of war, flying bullets, levitating knives and a hell ride of betrayal and love. Just know that even the most just person have secrets carefully concealed beneath layers of deceit. She weaves the web of lies, he pulls the strings from behind. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Do it," he drawls, not even flinching at the knife I have on his neck. "I'd rather die at your hands than in anyone's." "Aren't you scared?" I ask, eyes tracing the trail of blood going down his neck. "Scared? Darling, it'd be a privilege if you're the last thing I see before I die."

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines