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Mystery Of Why The Universe We Created Explodes
LGBT+ Drew and Kyle were best friends since they can remember. As being neighbors in a small town of Magnus Cove, they always spend their time together. Wherever they go, they always stick with each other, inseparable, they said.
Drew, the older one of the two of them, invariably shows his protectiveness towards Kyle.
Their closeness did something to Kyle. He took it more than just a friendly gesture. Pretty much more when he realized he fell in love with his best friend. That didn't sit well with him 'cause Drew was straight as an arrow. All the girls he had crushed on can prove that.
He tried to stash it every time Drew shows affection and somehow it worked, not until Melissa entered the picture. The girl his best friend fell in love with.
Drew was now spending more time with Melissa and Kyle didn't know how to change that. He craved Drew's attention, he just can't demand some time from him, he'll never do that.
And if the two are being affectionate at Kyle's presence, he looked away, can't take the scene they're showing. How he wished it was him instead of Melissa.
But this summer, he has a lot to worry about than his feeling towards Drew. Something unexpected happened that can change their whole life forever, especially Kyle. The summer they're both expecting something good and fun turns out not so good after all. Will their friendship remain the same when all those things will try to create havoc in the bond they have? They made a promise of growing up together. Will one of them cling to that promise? Or will the tight grip they held to that promise unfasten? You might like
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Dee Gleem For the last two years, Kane has been dreaming of the day when his mate finally turns 18 and they can finally claim each other. However, his world suddenly comes crashing down and his dream is instantly destroyed when the alpha announces that his son (Kane's mate) has found his mate, who is the daughter of a neighboring pack's alpha.
However, he can't bring himself to say anything. He has kept this a secret for two years and he was waiting for another few months until his mate's birthday, but that day is never coming now.
He can't stand seeing his mate with another, and he can no longer handle being in his pack. He can't let his father know either, since he is the pack's Beta.
What can he do? The only thing that he can think of.... He will keep his secret and run as far away as possible. He will no longer be Kane, but he will become a new person, with a new name.
Blake. That sounds nice. It also reminds him of black, which is what his past is now. Fake Amnesia, Real Betrayal
Gavin The call came at 7:05 PM on our tenth wedding anniversary.
My husband, David, was in an accident.
At the hospital, he was awake, but a young woman, his assistant Chloe, was holding his hand, acting like his wife.
When I walked in, he looked at me, a blank stranger' s stare, then asked, "Who are you?"
He laughed when I said I was his wife, then demanded security remove me, while Chloe, smiling, pretended to cry.
It wasn't just memory loss; it was a cruel, targeted erasure.
I tried proof, the marriage certificate, but he pushed it away as "just a piece of paper."
Then Chloe waltzed in with his favorite soup, and he defended her when I confronted her.
"She' s the only one who' s been here for me!" he screamed.
He snarled that I was "exhausted, haggard," compared to Chloe, who was "kind and gentle."
My wedding ring, a symbol of our forever, flew from my hand as he slapped it away, clinking under the bed.
"Don' t come back," he said, turning his back on me to comfort Chloe.
Later, I learned why: he had been having an affair with Chloe, his mother's 65th birthday ruined by his absence and her answering his phone.
My world shattered when Mark Johnson, David's estranged best friend, told me what David said: "The fake amnesia was a stroke of genius, right? A clean break."
My husband had faked a brain injury to throw me away.
A car hit me, sending me to the hospital, and I knew what I had to do.
When Mark came in, I looked at him, my face blank, then asked, "Are you… my husband?"