Allured
  • مقروء 43,157
  • صوت 2,203
  • أجزاء 17
  • الوقت 1h 58m
  • مقروء 43,157
  • صوت 2,203
  • أجزاء 17
  • الوقت 1h 58m
مستمرة، تم نشرها في نوفـ ٠٥, ٢٠١٦
للبالغين
*** This is a NaNoWri Gay Viking Novella. I don't know how consistent I will be, but I'm going to try! This story will be fast-paced. The language isn't completely accurate or not all, but I am planning to go back and fix that. Hence, this story is completely un-edited. ***
    
    Raul was a caretaker for animals on the island full of Vikings, which meant he didn't do fighting or go on adventures out in sea. He really would love to if his fellow Vikings would allow him to try to prove himself at the games. All he wanted to do was support the chief's youngest son, who he admires at a distance. Until one night, he realized that Theron wasn't what he expected of and needs to comes into terms of that. He didn't want anything to do with him anymore as he didn't like confrontation except...
    
    That was what Vikings were good at, and he was going to realize that he was in bigger trouble than he thought he was.
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