The Undying Love
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  • Reads 73,451
  • Votes 2,528
  • Parts 39
  • Time 1h 18m
Ongoing, First published Jan 15, 2019
Okay so as the title suggests this is going to be pretty cheesy but I'm going to try and give it my best! I am a big fan of BL/Yaoi/Boyslove or whatever you want to call it I just simply adore the stuff! (I have an addiction) I also tend to really like ancient China or ancient Japan whatever. I'm not really sure why! I just do but there are several problems with the genre the first one is it's completely impossible to really find it an English or an English that's in good translations I also just like to read people's stories but that can be a whole other problem in and of itself! There are many to name off but I think the best way to sum it up is with this list.


Terrible grammar (as hypocritical as it may seem because I'm not the best at grammar either but if I look at a page of something and I can't even tell what the hell I'm reading then how is this even a story lol!?)

Crazy plot that goes nowhere and eventually loses everyone's interest or it's a good plot but then there's like 23 characters and you have to remember all of their names and then you just lose track of everything

Really disturbing and rapey romance that's supposed to be a good thing and then you're just there like "how?!"

Or a story that will start really good and eventually fall into any of these previous categories

Or they'll be one story that sounds like it's going to be amazing but they never ever updated ever and there's only like two chapters

And the worst thing you can barely find anything that doesn't fall into any of these categories it's really sad and nobody's writing anything new


So that is where I end this story come in! I've decided that I'm going to write my own one of these stories (includes mpreg) and I'm going to do it with the hope that people like it and other people become inspired to write their own so that there's more for me to read! Anyway I hope you like it and feel free to send me any of your stories!


Thank you and love y'all!

Anyway on to the actual story!
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