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Star quarterback, captain of the football team, pretty face, perfect body, great personality, and brains; Andrew Jones is just--well perfect. That is until he realizes that he keeps dying, and time continues to reverse back to any day when he—you know—dies.

Even worse, Andrew is being hunted by strange, masked men, the new kid in school—Sebastian—keeps playing his hero (while not-so-obviously showcasing his immense crush for Andrew), and now Andrew can raise the dead (which would be cool if he ironically didn’t find out that now he’s immortal?). Dealing with homework and his social life is enough, but now at 17, Andrew has to deal with this bullshit? 

Andrew’s life switches from perfect to chaotic as he learns more about himself, his powers, the differences between friend and foe, and—well—love, as Andrew himself starts to fall in love with Sebastian while also searching for his purpose—his reason to exist.

The Gospel of Andrew Jones (BL) (HIATUS)

She always wanted to be a mother.

Once she fell in love with her high school crush, married him, and ran away to get

married, that's always been the next thing. Like steps, you get married and

BAM! Now, it's time to start a family.

Her first child, Ellis, was a gem. Small, quiet, obedient, and a mama's boy, at

that, He was smart for his age; he already took his first steps in about a

little more than half the time it takes a normal toddler. Plus, he was adorable, with chubby, rosy cheeks, soft green eyes that match her mother's own, and light, platinum blonde hair.

So, when she got wind that 12 months later from her last child, she would be having

another boy, she was ecstatic. Her and her husband both were.

Until it was delivery time,

And not the part where she must scream and push out her baby's head. Hell, she was

fine even as her insides felt empty and gross, liquid leaking from within her bowels and onto the hospital sheets. She was even better when the sweet nurses wrapped her baby into a small blue towel and handed it to her.

It was great, amazing, wonderful.

Until she realized that the normal life that her, a necromancer, so desired to live

was shatter the moment that the nurses started crying out, suddenly sprouting

nonsense that her baby suddenly disappeared.

But that was untrue. It was strange, because her baby was right here, in her arms,

but instead of the black hair and light eyes it adorned before, the baby had chalk white hair and bright, blue, blinding eyes.

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