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BLOODLINES | KINNPORSCHE SF
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Ongoing, First published Sep 09
Fourteen years ago, Kinn and Porsche were torn apart by a single misunderstanding.

For Porsche, it was the loss of his child because of Kinn. For Kinn, it was Porsche's decision to end their unborn baby's life.

They were young, bound by a naïve love too fragile to endure the crushing weight of duty and destiny beneath the shadow of the Empire.

Now, fourteen years later, Kinn stands as Supreme Commander of the Imperial Forces, a cold man, the voice of order in the galaxies. Porsche, meanwhile, disappeared into the farthest reaches of space, swallowed by the silence of forgotten star systems.

But fate bends even the fabric of space and time. Their paths converge once more through the living proof of their bond, their son, Thanurak, now a cadet at Elyon Prime's Military Academy.

Unaware of the truth he seeks, the boy becomes a bridge between past and future, their love and duty. And as long, buried emotions resurface, secrets unravel, and the stars themselves seem to burn brighter. One question remains: can love survive betrayal, distance, and the immensity of the cosmos?





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KinnPorsche SF story.

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84 parts Ongoing

Savoir, c'est pouvoir. Et je ne sais plus rien. Quand je me suis réveillée, il n'y avait qu'un vide béant. Pas d'images, pas de souvenirs. Pas de certitudes. Juste cette pièce blanche, le froid, et des voix trop douces pour être sincères. Ils disent veiller sur moi. Me protéger. Mais plus les jours passent, et plus c'est évident : ils ne veulent pas que je me rappelle. Savoir, c'est pouvoir. Et ils me noient dans le silence. [Rythme : un chapitre tous les lundis !]