Hope
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Noah Markov is homeless, he has been homeless for the past 16 years of his life. He is now 18 years old with a 4 year old son named Noir. Noah tries to stay out of trouble and he protects his son from the bad things in life. It isn't a easy life for Noah and Noir but it's what it is. That is until the two meet Lau Vali. Will Lau save Noah and Noir from the harsh life of the streets or will he take them under his caring wing and bring them home. WARNING!!!! There will be language, descriptive scenes (mostly bad ones like rape or murder, a good one would be smut), and BxB content. If you do not like any of these then I advise you to not read this story. I don't want some stupid comment about how much you hate the story. If you hate it then read something else and don't continue to read my story. I don't want negativity in the comments. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my story! ^~^
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!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way that a good father could be assumed to sound. "This isn't what you want, it never has been and it never will be. Confusion is difficult to work through, but if you just let me help you, I can show you that it can be worked through." He rolled up his sleeve, showing several white streaks across his skin. The other was shocked. "N-no, I'm not good for anything, I'm nothing there's nothing for me." He shook his head many times, holding it in his hands after a bit. "No." "Can I touch you?" The boy who was trying to help this poor soul had approached a few paces. His voice was now quieter, more soft, and still caring. The boy at the bridge took a moment to think, then nodded his approval. The savior gently took the boy's hands delicately in his own and gently pulled the boy back. Well, less of a pull and more of a gentle suggestion. It worked and the boy stumbled down off of the edge. The boy started to cry. How could he be so weak that a boy, the same age as him, who seemed to have the same ideas and hatred toward himself as he, could keep him from stepping off? The other simply gently led him to his vehicle and took out a water bottle out of the backseat. The boy took it and looked at it suspiciously. "It's untampered, look, it's still sealed." Upon seeing this, the boy opened it and took a few sips of water. "Thank you. For the water." The savior smiled. "It's nothing much." He shrugged. "Have a phone? If you want I can put my number in and then you'll always be able to tell someone if you're having a pissy day." Surprisingly enough, the boy agreed. . They would both be around twenty.

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