KairalKateri

“You are the centre of my world.” Miko’s whisper made me tremble.
“You have me now, you are not alone anymore. I will protect you unconditionally. Lean on me a little more.”
I wanted to, I ached to lose myself in him, but my heart, no, my dream was on the line.
Could I survive loving him?

I once had a dream- to be a rockstar, an idol. Fame seduced me each night I lay down. When it came, I grabbed its hand and never wanted to let go.
What I didn’t expect was who this dream came with.
Miko. The love of my life, the person who destroyed me and put me back in place. The person whom I shattered for when he called me beautiful. The person I cannot breathe without. The one person in this world whom I belong to.
He saw me, touched me in the deepest parts of me I didn't know existed, and loved all of me. I was too scared to turn towards him; how could it be possible for a person to love someone like this? Enough to risk their deepest desire?
All we ever wanted was to love each other. But the world wasn’t ready for us.
Or was it me who wasn’t ready for him?



*This is a work of fiction BL love story. It's a slow burn, characters are not perfect and this is purely a fictional, not perfect world.


*All copyrights of the cover belong to the owner.

ROCKSTER LOVE

How can one stand and dance for so long after a rough week?

I know he must be tired, I know he must want to rest, and yet there he is, now holding the wait of another girl as she sways her hips with the heavy, slow music, giggling and loving the attention of Miko and whatever he is murmuring in her ear.

Is this the legendary manwhore that I was told all about? And why is he starting now when all he wanted to do is-

I actually don't know what he wanted. I know all I wanted was for me to finally catch up with him, drink, and maybe have fun with him outside work. In a social setting, I miss him. But then here I am, from a couch, watching him fuck another gilr a few feet away from me.

The drink in my hand is getting hot from how I have gripped the glass, but I don't care. I tip it back, the sweet, heavy cocktail hitting the back of my throat, eyes still zeroed on the man now heading upstairs.

ONE OF YOUR GIRLS