Ashton Miller has a fascination with the alter beings of Markiplier and Jacksepticeye. He always has loved Dark and Anti. For some reason, he just seemed to have a draw to them. . .
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"What are you going to do about it, baby cakes?" Dark whispers seductively in my ear, while pressing his fingers deeper in the grooves of my thin fragile neck.
Fear and lust struck through me, and my jeans started to grow unbearably tight.
I whimpered out my response, but no words were understandable, nor were they very auditable.
Anti sat back, watching the whole scene unfold as his legs were kicked up on the desk, propping himself back in his chair. A grin of perfect, white teeth graced his gentle features.
Although, Dark chuckles menacingly as my gaze stared at Anti, almost pleading.
"That's what I thought."
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Dark and Anti have never had such a strong attraction to one subtle being. It was always a fuck and kill, but Ashton, he was different. He was Dark and Antic on the inside, but outside, he took the looks of a lost puppy. His skinny figure fragile, his porcelain face, his thin shoulders, his quiet attitude, and his alter.
His hair was musk, and the smile he bore in occasions was one that wanted to be seen forever.
Dark and Anti just had to have it. And if they couldn't then they'd kill for it. They'd haunt for it. They'd die for it.
But just why is their attraction so strong?
Why does Ashton have a draw to the Alter beings?
Why does their relationship escalate to what it is now?
Read "The Ones Who Haunt Me" to find out.
(I do not own any of the art in this book. I also do not own Mark, Jack, Dark, or Anti. They are their own persons and belongs to their original creator(s).)