The Faces on my Grave

The Faces on my Grave

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Arthur McGraw is an old veteran in a very ordinary rest home. He spends his days doing the same things, talking to the same people, especially his best mate Roger Gillies. Childhood friends, they spent the last 80 years together, through war and old age. Everything changes the day Arthur crosses paths with a creature out of this world, a creature straight from his darkest nightmares, a sight that would be the start of a series of unexplainable events. This terrifying being might just be the answer to some of the most deeply buried of Arthur's memories; scenes he so hardly wished to unsee, actions he heavily hoped to change and paths he craved he hadn't walked. All of those horrors locked far, far away into his subconscious. He had never wanted this, after all, the world was at war, after all... and after all, it still happened. Oh, but they would not let him forget; the old man *will* remember, as well as the ones left alive...
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*Mature Content Warning* I rest both my hands against the table. "I'll go on another date with you, if you tell me one thing about yourself that no one else knows." He's silent for a long moment, pondering my offer. Eventually he quirks his fingers at me. "Lean closer." Bracing myself against the table, I lean over it toward him, noting every detail about his face as I get closer. Every hair, every freckle. His beautiful is unimaginable. His breath warms my skin, dancing over my ear as I dip my head toward him. Will he kiss me, and make good on my sinful thoughts? His voice is like an erotic caress as he murmurs in my ear, "I'm a murderer." *** She cannot escape him. On a blind-date, she unknowingly meets the most dangerous man to exist, and falls into his world of darkness and desire as both his mate, and his worst enemy.

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