Uncanny Whispers

Uncanny Whispers

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Last published Sun, Sep 3, 2023

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Adam Hillary swore to never utter a word, when he slit the throats of all the citizens of the continent, just the way his father had done to his mother. He swore to remain silent and meet his fate without protest. He sat there, still and motionless. His eyes were devoid of feelings as the 'Saviour of the world', slit his throat. He had no regrets. He was destined to die. He was born to be merciless. He escaped from his house, his prison, but the fate he had, did not let him go. Even at dying moments he remembered the only person who ever cared for him. His sister. But she was dead. He had let them kill her. He had killed her. 'WHAT!' Adam thought when he saw his surroundings. He was back fifteen years in time with an odd device in his pocket. "Well this time I will save my sister, not matter what!" (This is my first story. The pictures are from Pinterest and Google. Each picture at the beginning of the chapters it what the newly introduced character or place or animal looks like. This is a Bl Harem short story.)

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