Celian

Either Dante and Frank were late or the work slaves were early, or both, because as they left the house for the afternoon shift, a discussion sounded behind them moments later. "You can't leave that stuff standing around dirty," he heard Kellen say. "Sorry about having to take care of the stupid horses since TJ's too good to do it," Liam grumbled, half drowned out by Sawyer's protest, "It's not the horses' fault." "Why don't you shut up, Sawyer, that would help all of us," To

Could Emmett live with that guilt? Good question. He's so used to have to protect himself and be the center of (unwanted) attention, that his "I didn't want any of this" might be stronger than such guilt. I like your pointer to Ben&Mo, cause you can use everyone, even if it's just as bad example. And in the case of a meltdown even Mo talking to him might make sense, though Mo is far away and has no love for either Emmett or Finley, still "don't make the same mistake" or something like that he would be capable of. I guess. I hope. ❤️ Love you for that, I do.

In this one not, I'm afraid, though I found quite some different versions, even like everytime they heal someone, they give part of their life(time). ❤️ Working on it!

Sounds pretty accurate. Plus some peach trees in the old orchard... Next to hoping that Finley can reign in his instincs - and shut up the dragon when needed - we need to hope that Emmett is not going in full blown drama queen mode a la "you never asked me to be part of your hoard" "sorry babe, I wasn't asked either". Because when that happens, our plush dragon might find himself minus one boyfriend...

My last conversation with Uther—after my enlightening date with Emmett—had left a sour taste that refused to go away. He thought I shouldn't tell Emmett that he was part of my hoard, because the unpleasant part of that fact would only come to light once Emmett died and it no longer mattered to him. But I didn't want to be dishonest. I wasn't sure whether unicorns could sense lies or not, but this wasn't a trivial matter. In a relationship, you should be honest, especially since my hoard w

You all want to throw my finely crafted plot completely out of the window, huh? That's not fair... 😭

"Spaghetti with clams is too boring, Cain." "Thyme-crusted salmon, spinach-and-lemon tartlets, and saffron rice." "That sounds interesting." "Blanched asparagus with-" "It's not asparagus season, forget that." "Mistress Therese has no problem with frozen vegetables, Remy, even for guests." "But it's common knowledge that it's not asparagus season now." Cain grunted in annoyance. "Halibut with tomato lime salsa." "Hmm." "Honestly, I'm running out of id

That's a undeniable truth, bad as it sounds

Marc would need lots of time or some significant events to help him there. This story is the most tragic of this whole slavery-universe I made and Remy is by far the most tragic character I ever created, I think. I love him so much ❤️

Marc stared into the mirror, staring at the scars, wishing they weren't there. The whip scars on his back were one thing, they were signs of a deserved punishment for what he had done, and yet not enough. But the other three... His fingers slid over the scar that ran across his right collarbone. He could feel the nick the attacker's knife had left in the bone. The guy had wanted to kill him and he had turned the tables on him. The scar just below the heart was bulging and felt as ugly

You are right with your whole comment on so many levels. Keep your eyes open for hints on how this might progress

With Daniel taking care of the kids and Flynn out of action, Dante had no choice but to stay inside and prepare the large dining room with TJ and Mikey while Seth and Henry worked in the kitchen. It didn't bother him much, because without Frank in close proximity, he could better reflect on last night. Not that it would have done much good... "Have you actually met my ma?" Mikey broke through Dante's circling thoughts and he looked up. "I think we passed each other a few times..." He c

I'm not spoilering anything on Quen. As Dust mentioned towards Kellen, Quen has a genetic disorder. He was diagnosed at 5 and their father said no for a therapy - since both parents needed to agree, he didn't get any. When he turned 18, he organized everything on his own (supported by Dust and Uncle Carl as much as he would let them). So yes, as it's hinted at, he didn't develop physically normal and the late therapy didn't help in all aspects. The brothers have their ups and downs. Quen can't always put down his aggressive macho persona he created to protect himself, so he hurts unintentionally Dust, and Dust ended up as a somewhat parenting role for Quen, although Quen was already 17 when their mom died.

~The Cursebreaker~ The jail officer pushed open the security door, glanced into the room, and then nodded to me. “Go ahead, you know the rules.” I nodded back and entered the small visiting room of Ashen Ward Jail. Quen stood opposite me against the wall, hands on his head, looking both amused and bored. The click of the closing door had not yet faded when his hands fell. “I missed you.” His smile became sincere. “Me too.” Actually, visitors and inmates weren’t a

He wasn't. He was just called as his lawyer

~The Cursebreaker~ Nathan was nervous. Excitedly nervous, I would say, but since I had only just met him, I wasn't sure. He ran his hand over the shiny paintwork of my Rover and grinned as if he suddenly had plans for his own car. As we left the parking lot, he took an audible breath. “What's this case about?” he wanted to know. “Well, Detective Reynolds didn't put it quite so precisely,” was my first response. “Something about a boy who put cats in trash cans because of a talk

Those two truely don't like each other, have never been friends, but they know that in a farm community with limited numbers of people involved, they might need each other. (As presented as medic and mechanic.)

Ambivalence in which sense? Love-hate-relationship or downright sexual tension? Or something else?

Apart the fact that I agree with your comment this quoted part is something I actually never thought about in further detail 🤔 Probably because they are both straight. But I know who would be the winner of this contest in general so they both lose anyhow 🤷‍♂️

They are both not the types for (physical) violence. Val could slice and dice with words, but Matthew isn't even good with that either. Yes and no. He wants more in life than just owning/running a farm, that's why he's going for the medical path, but the country life itself is not bothering him. Alice and Val were never a real match to begin with, we hear more on that later on. He has nothing to offer, apart the future title of matriarch (and lots of debt). Yupp. Spoiled brat. But he doesn't pop up more than once or twice in total.

Despite the patio heater next to which he stood, he shivered. The hot cider in the thick clay cup had cooled down unpleasantly in no time, but he took a sip anyway while listening to Tobias. Val's younger brother looked like he could be his twin, except for the slave collar. "Honestly," Tobias concluded, sucking on his cigarette, "it could have gone worse." There weren't many slaves who had the chance to indulge in a nicotine addiction, but with Tobias, few wondered about anything. The boy

That would need time. Time they might not have. The above-chapter linked chapter for Ellen in "Another Time" explains the nature of the swabs Yeah. They might not click in bed, but outside they are a good match...

In the library, Marc leaned against a shelf and rubbed his face. Remy looked at him appraisingly for a moment, then asked softly: "Do you need my help?" Marc's shoulders slumped. "I... Can I ask you for something?" This surprised Remy a little. "Go ahead..." he said with a welcoming gesture and Marc nodded weakly. "Can I... can I use your phone to let my friend know Jay's okay?" "Sure." "And... um... would you... come with me to the temple tomorrow?" Puzzled, R

His sentence says he has to, but there can happen a lot in those 18 months... Well. I dare say, in one moment or another, the term is fitting Frank quite well. *sniff* Wait 9 chapters and you get a taste of it.

That's what's making it exciting, isn't it? The story is halfway done and there are still two major bombs to go off with all the consequences to them. And of course Dante still has to meet his parents officially. I can tell you already, their January will be packed. We have to keep in mind that all of this is the first time/new for Dante. Being so included into a household, a family. There might well be expectations playing a role, like him being a personal slave- so he should serve his mistress in the bedroom if she wishes. He likes her, he's attracted, but how much of this is real and not the expectations he has of himself? His wavering when it comes to all the sexual tension between him and Frank- how much of this is real, how much of this is learned "two men shouldn't be together"-stuff? And of course Frank himself, officially mentally troubled.