The Apple And The Angel.

The Apple And The Angel.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jul 18, 2025
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Fiction
Romance
WARNING! This is a BL story and if you don't like BL, please don't read this!! ------------------ Celestyn Solmarael is the quiet top student-calm, calculated, and used to being first. Emrys Vadik is the confident troublemaker with a smirk, an apple in hand, and a talent for always being one step ahead. What starts as a fierce academic rivalry slowly turns into an unlikely friendship-filled with teasing, challenges, and lingering glances. But even as they grow closer, the tension remains, and neither is willing to admit how much the other truly means to them. In the space between rivalry and affection, an apple and an angel may just fall for each other. ------------------ I'm sorry!! I'm not really good at grammar or writing stories but I just wanna show a story that I had in mind and written, some stories may not even make sense or even relate to the story but enjoy ig!.... And I will try to publish chapters but I can't promise anything since I have school to focus on!
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