Where is Magnolia
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  • Parts 12
  • Time 3h 3m
  • Reads 684
  • Votes 34
  • Parts 12
  • Time 3h 3m
Complete, First published Feb 12, 2023
Bible looked at the slightly older male in front of him " What does your mom and dad did to your sisters?" Build smirked and looked back at him " They raised them with god and the help of the Bible" emphasizing on his name, Bible grabbed his collar in anger " Tell me where is Magnolia" Build looked away smiling " They are in a little perfect corner shop" he said as if he is singing " Ready to be picked" he continued " Ready to be bred" he continued his sick singing as Bible looked at him, unbelievable, he thought, sick all of these people are sick.
(English is not my mother language so there might be grammar and vocabulary mistakes)
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28 years old Mew was having a bad day. First, his business deal that he had painstakingly been working on for the past 3 months had gone down the drain. Meanwhile, his mother had been bugging him to settle down because she wanted grandchildren. Mind you, she already had 8 grandkids! Not only that, one of Mew's fuck buddies visited him at the office and demanded that he gave more attention. Like fucking hell! Mew had too much on his plate. He was sipping his coffee while staring down looking at the busy intersection from his office when he saw him. He was a tall kid in a school uniform. Mew wondered how old could he be. The young man was talking on his phone when he laughed in total abandonment. His handsome face simply lit up. That brought a smile to the brooding Mew that morning. The young man's smile was contagious!! Since that day, Mew would leave his house early so that he could catch a glimpse of his muse. He would cross the intersection early in the morning and cross it again when it was time to head home Mew guessed. The young man unknowingly had made Mew's days better without even knowing of his existence nor significance. Then, one day Mew noticed bruises on his muse's face. He could not help but feel a surge of protectiveness. Who dared mar that beautiful face? Nobody could lay a finger on HIS muse.NOBODY!