Chapters
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I rolled into NYC with the city's skyline looming over me like a colossus made of steel and glass. The Big Apple, a place I'd heard a thousand stories about but had never laid eyes on. It was a sight to behold, no doubt, but the weight of my mission pressed down on me, a leaden shroud that smothered any wonder I might have felt. Razor's face, etched with lines of pain and fear, haunted my thoughts. I couldn't afford to be awestruck—not when one of our own was in the clutches of the Iron…
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77.2 K • Completed
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It felt like I was fighting my way through quicksand; the air was so thick. The room I was in was definitely a study, but a study I knew I had never seen before but, for some reason, had familiarity with. The walls were dedicated to books except for the fireplace that the executive desk was facing. The desk itself was clean, not a single piece of paper or pen to be found. I managed to make it to right before the desk before my feet were rooted in place and the once empty fireplace roared, a new thriving…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I've always been a man of the road, but the last few months had taken on a new meaning. I was no longer just riding, I was living, breathing the essence of the Vultures with every state line I crossed. My role as a mediator for the mother chapter had become more than a job—it was a calling, a way to uphold the values my father had instilled in me. The disputes I handled were as varied as the landscapes I rode through, but none quite like the one that had me parked outside a nondescript diner in the…
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77.2 K • Completed
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She was lying in the room next to me, and I normally wouldn’t care much; this isn’t the first person that Mother decided she wanted to ‘save’ that slept in that room. But it was the first person who openly killed someone. The Xiomara I knew was a tough girl. I would give her that. No, she wasn’t a coward despite what Xavier and Gideon say. Especially that delicious detail of her taking a life. Not any life but the life of her abusive father. I wanted to pick her brain, but would she allow…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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After Dad's funeral, the air in the clubhouse felt different. The laughter was a little too loud, the backslaps a little too hard. I saw the looks they gave me, a mix of pity and discomfort, as if I were a wild card that might go off at any moment. I get it; they were grieving too, but their grief didn't have a name or a face like mine did—Blade, their fallen brother, my old man. I watched as the club's hierarchy shifted, like a pack of wolves realigning after the alpha's fall. Hawk, Dad's right-hand…
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77.2 K • Completed
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“Did you put away the crystals for the mineral show on Saturday?” Mother asked as she stirred the stew in the pot over the stove. “Yes,” I said. I was sitting at the kitchen table working on the most interesting book about the correspondence of poisonous herbs in healing. Opium, for example, was an incredibly adaptive plant. For physical medicine, patients were given in small doses to alleviate pain, but giving too much, would stop the patient's breathing. Now, if you get the fire element's…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I was born into the roar of engines and the smell of leather and oil. The Vultures—my father's club—was a constellation of stars in my night sky, each member a beacon of something powerful and untouchable. My old man, Blade, was the North Star, the brightest and most constant of them all. He cut a figure that commanded respect wherever he went, and as a kid, I stuck to his side like a shadow, soaking in every detail of the club life. Dad's laughter boomed louder than thunder in our house, rattling the…
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77.2 K • Completed
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“You little bitch!” He spat, repeating his previous declaration. His oily brown hair lay flat against his head, emphasizing his bulbous head. His eyes were bloodshot and tinged with yellow, he must have had been drinking all night again before setting all his anger out on mom. His white t-shirt was stained with brown, something I can only guess was from coffee. His yellow teeth were bared at me, and a grunt escaped them before he charged at me. The snarled grin and a heaving breath was my only…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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Even years later, the world outside our walls ceased to exist the moment Harlen's hands found my skin. We were a tangle of limbs, a storm of desire that eclipsed everything else. He was a force of nature, his touch igniting a fire within me that only he could quench. Harlen's mouth was a brand, searing a path down my neck, across my chest, and lower still. His tongue danced along the ridges of my abdomen, each lick and nip sending me deeper into the abyss of pleasure. I writhed beneath him, my body a…
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77.2 K • Completed
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When I walked in, I didn’t know what I was truly expecting, but this was definitely not it. My mother, who I get my long white hair from and who was always there to shelter me from my sperm donor’s wrath, was gasping for breath on the floor in front of the staircase. She had her face directed away from the door, but I knew she wasn’t okay. Her hair was matted in blood, and her hand was clutching at the side I couldn’t see. Hoping it was just a head wound and not something even more serious I gently…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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