Thespian Tragedy
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Complete, First published Jan 04, 2021
Mature
R-21 MATURE CONTENT
Wonderland Series #2
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Fuck marriage, that's for people who's afraid of growing old and dying alone.  Why bother when I can easily arrange for someone to euthanize me on my deathbed? And why would I settle for one if I can easily partake on different kinds of free and willing pussies? 

Well, those were my thoughts before Dede died. Ngayon ay parang isang malaking biro ang mga bagay-bagay na inilatag saaking harapan. Pagpapakasal kapalit ng lahat ng hinahangad ko? My grandfather's got to be fucking kidding, forcing me into committing to an unbreakable bond with a whore named Carmen Laurel. 

And what is up with her name anyways? Why does it has to sound so fucking sexy inside my head? And why does she have to be smart too? And that lips of hers, makes me wonder...

Makes me h-...oh fuck no, I will resist this. Sino nga ba siya? No one, just a whore that I have to deal with. Tama, yan ang dapat kong itatak sa isipan ko.

For I am after all, Dustan Gozon.. I hunt, I prey and fuck the desirable willing and I am in no way going to be enslaved by such damsel hiding in a wolf's clothing. No other fucking introductions necessary.
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SELINA MATIAS | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2020
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