Branded, But Not Alone

Branded, But Not Alone

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Fiction
Romance
LGBTQIA+
Fantasy
Those born with "dangerous" abilities - ones typically tied to blood, nightmares, death, and control - were branded as children with a harsh X across their necks. Feared, shunned, and labeled "miscreants," they grew up on the outskirts of society, judged for powers they never chose. Asher was one of those miscreants. Born with blood manipulation, he spent his life learning to stay hopeful in a world that treated him like a threat. Ben, on the other hand, had rain manipulation and was taught growing up to never talk to or associate with miscreants. Deep down, he always questioned why some people were cast aside while others were celebrated. When the two met in college, Ben couldn't ignore the quiet pull toward Asher. What began as a risky friendship, kept hidden behind text messages and sneaky meet-ups, slowly became something more. But in a world where people like Asher were seen as dangerous just for existing... did they really stand a chance? ~~ This story was originally going to be a short story in my bxb short story book, but I loved it so much and could not stop writing lol. I hope you like it! *New cover!
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You spoke with your fists more than you spoke with your words the hate poured out of you and onto me for all the things that weren't my fault You've beaten the fight out of me taught me not to run and tell a lesson made in blood turned me into your slave You showed me kindness in rare moments you didn't make my life hell a manipulation or a nicer side to you I could never tell You fed me breadcrumbs made me treasure them like gold until I worshipped the ground you walked on and looked at you like one might look at God You upped and left never said a goodbye it hurt more than the most painful fist and the cruelest lie You became a ghost haunted me for a decade showed up in memories and dreams and one summer night in real life All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without the written permission of the author.

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