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HAHAHAHA Thanks Jim. Yes, they do drink a lot. Guess it calms the nerves! Glad you're up to date with book two, which sadly is coming to an end soon. Guess I'll have to get busy and post book two on here soon!
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Teehehehehehe sorry about that. Theres another two books to come at least!
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‘Three. Two. One. HAPPY NEW YEAR!’ The group of people shouted loudly. Alex and Quinn were already ten seconds into a passionate kiss, their cheeks bulging occasionally from the wrestling tongues within. After a few more intense seconds of kissing, the two men came up for air. The Italian cupped the Canadian’s delicate face in his large hands and kissed him softly on the lips. ‘Happy New Year my love.’ Alex said quietly. ‘And many more to come babe.’ The blond said with his trademark
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The Italian was standing in the middle of a field, the sun at high noon. From what he could tell he was alone, not even the birds were chirping, the insects being productive. He felt mildly concerned for his safety, but didn’t understand why. Suddenly, without warning, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. His hands clenched into fists as the pain consumed him. He felt a fire burning through his heart, and then he felt the fire spreading through his body. He looked down in tears of pain and m
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‘We’re going to have a big dinner party on Saturday night. It would be great if you two, the twins, Daxa and Grayson would join us.’ Alex said as he and Quinn walked the Leader and his husband out onto the back deck. ‘We’ll be glad to.’ The Leader said. ‘I’ll bring the others along, though I daresay not even I could stop them from coming.’ He smiled. ‘Lovely. We’ll see you then.’ Quinn said slipping out from under the Italian’s arm and hugging Lachlan. Rama and Alex hugged warmly and t
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‘Well, well, well. Is this the fabled triumvirate come to rescue the little cock sucker?’ Alistair leered provokingly. Alex bristled with unbridled anger and tried to step forward but the Leader held him back. ‘Don’t. Stay where you are.’ Alex heard Lachlan whisper telepathically. ‘And who is the fourth?’ The Brit said cockily. ‘Jaden, the left. Ramz, the right. Alex, take flank.’ Lachlan communicated silently to the three men. ‘Be warned sir.’ A young man said stepping out of the
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‘Well done.’ The Leader said helping Alex to his feet. ‘I thought I had you there for a moment.’ The Italian laughed at his own bravado. ‘You nearly did for a moment.’ Lachlan confided in the Italian. ‘It was very close.’ Alex smiled at the praise from the tiny framed man who had just planted him firmly on his back. As they clapped each other on the shoulder, Quinn came bouncing to Alex’s side. ‘Go you!’ He said jumping at his boyfriend, who knew that the blond was going to jump at him
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‘What happened?’ Grayson and Caiden said appearing out of thin air as the Russian stood in the middle of the gathering field. Mikhail looked utterly panicked as he struggled to hold Lachlan in his arms, who was doing a great job of attempting to break his back in half, thrashing about madly. ‘We were walking over to get something to eat and he just stopped.’ The Russian shouted over the screams of the man he was holding. ‘Then he grabbed at his stomach and started screaming.’ Grayson gestu
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Chapter Fourteen
Alexander Phoenix commented on Alexander Phoenix's story chapter in Chapter Fourteen
Hey man. No, it hasnt finished. I have been so busy with studies lately that I havent had time to add any more to it recently. I will try and get another chapter up soon I promise! -
Thursday evening, the night before they were to head to the Sanctuary, Alex, Quinn and Mikhail were lounging on the sofas in Alex’s apartment, Alex sitting, Quinn lying with his head in the Italian’s lap, Mikhail sprawled across the red sofa. ‘Have you packed enough clothes for our stay?’ The Italian asked to anyone who was listening. ‘I’ve got plenty. I’m just glad we’re taking the Q7.’ Quinn said with a guilty grin. ‘I have four bags.’ He laughed when Alex and Mikhail both looked at him
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The Italian had stripped his clothes and was already sitting in the middle of his bed, watching his beautiful boyfriend crawling seductively up the bed, as naked as himself. Alex was smiling from ear to ear, watching the blond make his way closer and closer to him. Quinn crawled over the long, hairy legs, quickly swiping his tongue at the now hard slab of meat between his boyfriend’s legs. He continued swiping his tongue up the hard muscles of Alex’s stomach and chest, finally running his ton
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'Are you sure you want to move over here Fabz?’ Alex asked as he and the younger cousin sat eating their breakfast at the kitchen island. ‘Sì. I need to get out of Italy. I need a change.’ Fabrizio said glumly. ‘Alright. Lemme talk to Aunty Franny first yeah?’ Alex said smiling. ‘Thank you Alessandro.’ The young man said with a smile, impulsively hugging his older cousin. ‘I’ll talk to her as well brother.’ Giorgio said coming in from the balcony and hugging his younger brother aroun
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‘He’s going to be fine Alex.’ The doctor said coming into the waiting room. Alex was pacing back and forth. ‘He’s incredibly lucky. The bullet missed the important organs. A few millimeters to his left and it would have hit his heart. His lung collapsed for a minute, but, he’s fine now.’ ‘But I saw the guy. He shot him through the heart.’ Alex said slightly stunned. ‘Actually, Quinn has a mildly rare condition called Situs Inversus. Basically put, his heart is actually on the right si
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Alex was the first person out of bed in the morning. He had had the same dream last night. The one where he sees himself (or is it someone who just looks like him?) standing in the middle of a field, clutching their chest as blood poured from a wound. This time, the dream startled him awake at around half past six, Quinn still wedged against him, drooling slightly on his arm, which he was using as a pillow. With consciousness, the details of the dream vanished, and with a smile for his lover
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Hmmm sorry about the confusion there. In NZ its a Stag do (as in stag party - kiwis have a tendency to call parties "do's"). And the women call theirs a hen party. I guess it might have been easier just to say Bachelor and Bachelorette. Sorry about that.
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‘Mamma, is Aunty G there?’ Alex asked quietly. He was out on the balcony calling his mother. ‘Are you alright my darling?’ Mrs. Braddock asked hearing the concern in his voice. ‘I’m okay. I just wanted to ask Aunty G about that prayer she taught us.’ The Italian asked. ‘It protects you while you are at home. Did you say it before you entered your apartment bambino?’ Aurelia asked. ‘Both Quinn and I did. Nothing happened when I walked inside.’ Alex started. ‘Nothing is supposed to h
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‘Alex?’ Quinn called as he entered the master bedroom of the Braddock household. He quickly looked at the people in the room. Alex was standing at the foot of the bed with his head lowered. His shoulders were heaving with silent cries. Sofia was rocking back and forth on the bed whilst clutching to her father’s lifeless body. Mrs. Braddock was sitting in the seat beside the bed, her eyes closed as if in prayer. Her son, Franco, was sitting on the floor, his head resting in his mother’s la
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That sounds absolutely amazing!!!! Thank you!
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Hey guys and gals. You're getting married, and following typical wedding procedures you have yourself a stag do or hen party. What would you be doing? Where would you go? Do gay men go to strip bars like most hetero men would?
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Hahahahaha. Great questions!!! You'll just have to keep on reading!
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Thank you Foster!
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‘We’re here Mamma.’ Alex called as he stepped into the front door of his parents’ house. ‘We’re in the kitchen darling.’ His mother called back. Alex, Quinn and Mikhail all made their way to the kitchen where Mrs. Braddock, Franco and Sofia were. His siblings sitting at the breakfast bar, his mother working away in the kitchen. ‘Alex.’ Franco and Sofia said together, both standing to hug their older brother. ‘Nice hair.’ Franco said with a laugh. ‘Sofia.’ Alex said taking his sister
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‘Sì Mamma. I’ll be there at 9am. No, don’t worry about breakfast. I’ll see you then. I love you.’ Alex said ending the phone call on his cell phone and putting it on the bench. ‘Alright boys, I need to head off now. Early start tomorrow morning.’ Mikhail said standing up from the sofa. ‘Thank you for a lovely meal Quinn.’ He said scooping the Canadian up into a bear hug. ‘You’re very welcome Rasputin.’ The small blond said giggling. As soon as Mikhail put the blond back on his feet,
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Alex and Quinn sat on the edge of the bed, both lost in thought as they gazed out the bedroom window, where hours earlier they had seen the red haired twin floating just outside. Quinn shook his head slightly and glanced at Alex. ‘Are you alright?’ The smaller man asked. ‘I’m not sure.’ Alex declared his eyes still unfocused. ‘Can I help with anything?’ Quinn asked, not entirely sure what he could do to help. ‘Just being here is enough for now.’ Alex said, his voice thick with emoti
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‘Text your friend and let him know you’re okay please.’ Alex said patting Quinn’s thigh in the back of a taxi. Mikhail was in the front seat, looking out the window at the mid-morning traffic. ‘Already did, when we left the apartment.’ Quinn answered flashing a smile to Alex. ‘Good work.’ Alex said returning the smile. ‘Now, just so you know, only my mother knows I’m gay. And depending on how well this goes, my father might know by the time we leave.’ ‘Should I wait outside then?’ Quin
