Run, Little One. (Boys Who Hunt #1)

Run, Little One. (Boys Who Hunt #1)

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WpMetadataReadErwachseneninhaltAbgeschlossene Geschichte Mo., Nov. 3, 20252Std 17Min
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They told me it was just a party. A haunted woods rave, masks and firelight, nothing more than music and alcohol and stupid dares. But when two men I've known my whole life step out of the shadows in glowing masks, the rules change. Run, they tell me. Run before we catch you. I should be afraid. Colton, the boy who always watched me like I already belonged to him, now hunts me with a knife in his hand. Felix, my other best friend, teases me into surrender while his eyes burn with something I've never seen before. They're my past. They were supposed to be my safe place. Now they're my predators. My temptation. My undoing. The woods are dark. The pumpkins grin. And I don't know if I want to escape... or be caught.
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She never expected anything exciting to happen in the sleepy little town where the streets fill with orange leaves and pumpkin lanterns every October, and nothing ever changes. When three mysterious men arrive in Woodstock just before Halloween, Dolores's quiet life spirals into a dark, intoxicating game of control and craving she never expected. They orchestrate a symphony of control and surrender. Each man brings a different intensity, a different flavor of dominance, and Dolores finds herself craving them all, their hands on her skin, their breath hot against her neck, their masks hiding wicked smiles as they claim her in ways no one else ever could. But as the veil between worlds thins and the darkest hour of Halloween approaches, Dolores realizes this is more than a game of pleasure and pain. It's a battle for her soul, one that will test how much control she's willing to give up and what lengths she'll go to embrace the darkness within. In Woodstock, the masks aren't just a costume, they're keys to forbidden desires, hidden truths, and a power that could consume them all. - The night air was thick with tension and something darker, an ache curling low in Dolores's belly as she stood before them, her body trembling, not from fear but from the anticipation of what was to come. The three masked figures were the epitome of dark desire, their presence overwhelming. Loic took a step forward, his gaze unwavering, a smirk curling behind his mask. "You'll do exactly as we say, won't you, darling? Good girls don't make us ask twice, right, boys?" An echo of mocking laughter rang through the dark night. Dolores's pulse raced, her head swimming with their words. She wanted to be their good girl. To submit.

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