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I’m Wanted by the Richest Guys in our City

Magic/Spirits are in here as well, it’s like a combination that means I’m going to fail before I even start. Polyamorous relation! Ash Valor, coming from a not so well off family, under the “care” of his abusive aunt is trying to live a normal life in his city’s suburbs. However, with exams coming up, and sure that he’ll pass, he’s more worried what will happen after that. He can’t keep living with his abusive aunt, but he doesn’t have the money to move. However, his 18th birthday causes his whole world to turn upside down when he encounters David Peak and Josh Keep, his schools head football jocks. If y’all would rather me have him be w/ someone else, just type it in the comments Find out more by reading :> Please read warnings (below) !Warning!, if you’re looking for a fun slice of life love story, you’re in the wrong place. This story is slowish, and has use of cuss words, some gore, and problems/horrible things some people have to go through (I do not have the book on a linear path, so I’m not exactly sure) but it could include kidnap, attempted SA, Self harm, and other dangerous ideas. However, I do not plan on having written “inappropriate” scenes/ S** scenes, rather teasing and maybe suggestions to but I refuse to actually write such scenes (I’m a newer writer so it might be stale, in fact I don’t expect this book to get more than 10 views) and if you understand, I just don’t want to have to write it. I hope you enjoy, and I allow constructive criticism as long as you’re nice, I also allow opinions on what I should do (again, dunno exactly where I wanna go with this so the book is still non-linear). Enjoy: I’m Wanted by the Richest Guys in our City
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For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
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