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A Match Made in Hell

A Match Made in Hell

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Mon, Aug 14, 202311h 48m
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COMPLETED nick has spent his entire life fighting, never even getting to live his childhood and leaving his family at the age of 14. There's a gorgeous boy, Karl, at a party that nick can't get his eyes off of. They soon become good friends when one day, something really strange and sudden happens which ends up in nick getting all bruised up. He feels like passing out, and can only think of one person that can help him, karl. He immediately rushes to the boy's House and what he finds out that day, changes his life forever. Lord, how worse could this man's life be? Imagine not having a since number in your phone, getting creepy-ass calls from your psychopath of a father, having no fucking friends, alone and invisible. That's how Karl's life was, he always thought of it as something so pathetic. Until one day, he saw the man of his fucking dreams, that he'd been dreaming of since he was fourteen. To his surprise, it was his dad's worst enemy, the poor kid he'd heard so much about when he was younger. And THAT man, happened to be the love of his life. (So much gay couples because I'm gay. -author.) also I'm sorry if my English isn't amazing!! it's not my first language and please, if you spot any mistakes, correct me. enjoy reading.
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PROLOGUE: There was a man sitting at home, fiddling with his pencil, trying his best to do his job. This man sat back and sighed. He was famished and in an empty house. He was about to move. Boxes littered the hallway. He had gotten a new job in another state and knew it would be better for him and for those around him. On his last deadline, he knew not what to think about, let alone the blank blueprints he was meant to fill in. He preoccupied his time with thoughts of the past, romance, and grief. He thought of the man he'd loved. The man he still loved. He thought of the house he dreamt of having with him. He considered what would make it special for them. He pictured them dancing in their living room. Then, he started to sketch his dreams, thinking of the story that would change his entire life. He attempted the home he wanted, and yet it wasn't perfect. It never was. Not for them, no. He stared at the blueprints for a long while before amending it to the customer's liking. That was his trick. This time; however, it was different. He started to remember their entire time together with simultaneous happiness and sadness. This man's name was Pluto. He was known as such since elementary, and it was, for such a long time, matching with one other. Mars. Pluto and Mars. This, now, was a distant memory. One of love and loss. This is the tale of two kids, two friends, and two lovers. Pluto and Mars.

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