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Guide to Becoming the Strongest

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“If you knew, why are you still here?” She asked, curiously. “Because sometimes,” his eyes, as kind as they always were, bore into her, "I can choose to do something, not for my gain, but, simply,” he placed the cauldron down before her. “Because she asked me." His face remained pleasant She approached him, a huge smile covered her face, and she reached out to grab him into an embrace, he moved away. “No.” He shook his head, “No more of your lies, I didn’t do it for a lie.” He turned away, she let him. He had no more use to her. She listened as his footsteps slowly faded away, before turning back to the cauldron, a looming figure appeared behind it. “Was it worth it?” His smile, wider than the other man’s, filled with viciousness, not a speck of thoughtfulness to be seen. “Yes.” She gazed back at him, matching the look he pierced at her from his singular eye. “Nothing compares to the pain of it.” He chuckled, cackling echoing off the walls. “No one will believe you.” “You do.” She tilted her head, approaching the cauldron, where he was leaning on it. He made distance as she approached, almost fear in his eyes. “Oh, I know, I know.” She lifted the lid to the cauldron, her eyes narrowed, as she took out the things from her spacial ring. Things, so much blood had been spilled for. Red berries, iridescent vermillion, black, crumbling dirt that her cut the fingers that laid on them, a vial, viscous liquid, thread-like golden silk, a glowing sphere, some greenery. Then she knelt down, taking out a flame. Blue, it flickered in her palm, for a moment, all flames in the room bent towards it. She lit beneath the cauldron. “Is it worth it?” Asked the man, again, away from her, as the blue flame now lit the room, his chains were revealed, holding his feet from running too far. Not that he would. “Worth it?” Her eyes faded away for a moment, tilting her head, before gazing back at him, “to be strong, what isn’t worth it? Tell me.” 13+ recommended, but, to each their own
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Hurt Me Like You Mean It [BL]

[Updates resume March. Due to exams] [This book contains, explicit and mature scenes—no r*pe. Not advised for viewers under 18, protect thy purity] Lance Dixon is drowning in a debt that isn’t his. His parents’ financial mistakes have fallen entirely onto him, and his life has collapsed into a constant struggle to stay afloat. He has never denied what he is. Lance is a masochist, and most people he’s dated couldn’t handle that truth. Every relationship ended the same way, leaving him with needs no one was willing to meet. Everything shifts on a night he drinks too much and ends up venting to a stranger. In a mix of frustration and alcohol, Lance jokes that he’d sell himself to anyone willing to pay off his debt. The stranger, Ansel Lowell, doesn’t brush it off. He asks how much. And when Lance tells him, Ansel offers a deal: three months living under his terms, in exchange for clearing the debt completely. The deal is straightforward and seems almost like relief. But as the days pass, the dynamic between them deepens in ways neither expected. What began as a simple exchange grows into a connection that is far more consuming, and far more dangerous, than either of them intended. [Excerpt] Lance meant to pull away when Ansel stepped closer, but his body didn’t move. Ansel’s hand hovered near his jaw, just close enough to make Lance’s breath catch. “Do you understand what you agreed to?” Ansel asked quietly. Lance swallowed. “You’re paying off my debt. I stay with you for three months. That’s it.” A hint of a smile tugged at Ansel’s mouth, which made him more dangerous because of it. “No, Lance. That’s the surface of it. I want you to hear the truth.” Lance’s pulse stumbled. Ansel leaned in just enough that Lance could feel the warmth of his breath. “I’m going to take up space in your life. I’m going to have you when I want you. I’m going to learn every weakness you try to hide, and I will use them. I will claim you, piece by piece, until you can’t tell where your choices end and mine begin.” Lance exhaled shakily. “Do you worst Mr. Lowell, I can handle it.”
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