Resistant
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Last published Wed, Oct 22, 2025
A son that inherited his father's face is never a bad thing - until the said father is the RAPIST. Now it is a bad thing because that means Lewis is basically just like his father, right? Inherited one face means inherited one dirty mind, right? WRONG, Lewis is going to prove to everyone that he is nothing like his father, AT ALL. Even if his physical self is shaped just like his father...
And even if his sexual urges are too massive to be controlled, just like his father.
A soft-spoken guy with a gentle face, one might say he is a good son with a great single father - oh, but if only they KNEW what happened behind the beautiful curtains. His father is nothing but man full of a sickening, twisted MIND and always talks with his hands. Warner, with a need to honor his mother's face that he inherited and the love his mother gave before she died, will never become like his father...
Even though his inner mind is full with disgusting thoughts, just like his father.
But one day, both Lewis and Warner meet each other when they are being their real self... Starting from there, the life they created takes an unexpected point.
But it is getting better? Or everything they build will fall apart? Take one to read to know...
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