Calling Home

Calling Home

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"They took my family. They took my life. They took my soul, and now, they have taken you." - As the days pass by, Alexi, a boy who is hanging on to love, starts to realize that the war going on around him may be closer to him then he thinks. The Government is trying to take down the Unrest which is creating an outburst of chaos, leaving little to no traces of mankind alive. Once escaped, Alexi is forced to return to his dark passed with the hopes of ending the never-ending conflict once and for all. Everything is a question that remains unanswered, and Alexi is determined to find the answer to the cruelty created by the Masters.
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Su Bai had died once before. And now, after his rebirth, he was done. Done with the chaos, the heartbreak, and the endless cycle of torment. He refused to endure it all over again. This time, he wanted nothing more than a peaceful, quiet life-far away from the entangled mess of these so-called protagonists. Because, yes, this world was a novel. A clichéd, overly dramatic love story. And Su Bai? He was nothing more than a disposable tool, a plot device designed to deepen their undying love for each other. His legally wedded husband-the protagonist, the perfect, untouchable gong-was at the center of it all. F*** this. Su Bai wanted no part of it anymore. He had been kind, accommodating, and patient. But this time, the "tool man" was done being used. The version of Su Bai who had endured everything with a smile, who played his role obediently, was gone. "Goodbye," he muttered to himself as he shut the door on his old life. And yet, there he was-the original gong, his husband-kneeling outside the house on a durian of all things. The sight would have been comical if it weren't so absurd. But Su Bai didn't care anymore. The pleading, the regret-it all meant nothing now. He didn't want revenge, forgiveness, or closure. He just wanted his peace. This time, Su Bai vowed, he would live for himself.

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