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  • The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent 2-2

    The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent 2-2

    Jeha shook his head when his parents and his grandfather all leveled their expectant gazes at him.

    “First, it’s unkind of you to threaten Ryan with his job,” Jeha said to Yisu.  “He is my good friend.  I would be the one to suffer and miss him if he left.  Stop threatening me with him.”

    “You deserve it,” Yisu said.  “He is in charge of your safety and you got him to lie to your family.  Now we discover you’re keeping important information from us.”

    “I needed to,” Jeha said.

    Jeha moved closer to his grandfather’s bed, wishing he understood the numbers on the monitors above the bed. Instead, he studied his grandfather’s face, searching for signs of pain, relief filling him when he saw none.

    “Grandpa, how are you feeling?  I was at the office and discovered something that needs your permission. I’m sorry to have brought work to the hospital when you’re ill.”

    “Don’t worry so much. I’m doing better, Jeha,” Chae Wook said.  “Find a seat.  What do you want to ask me?”

    Jeha pulled a chair from near the wall and arranged it on the right side of his grandfather’s bed.  He unbuttoned his suit jacket and tugged his trousers up as he sat.

    “If you are about to talk about the reasons why someone is trying to kill you, don’t leave anything out,” Yisu said, his glare enough of a warning.

    “Yes, Pa,” Jeha said with a nod.  “Grandpa, Uncle Chung’s son, Moon, is manufacturing a synthetic drug called Rapture.  He is pushing it out through the three Raven Clubs under their family’s care.  Rapture’s formula is unstable.  Moon has dropped off overdosing clients in our emergency room downstairs to handle the aftermath of use.  I have my men cleaning up after him to keep our family’s involvement out of an ongoing police investigation. The worst of it happened a week ago. Three people died, and one is still in a coma.”

    “Damn it,” Yisu cursed.  “This means there are victims who did not make it to the emergency room.”

    “There is a possibility,” Jeha said. “The police have engaged help from one of the doctors downstairs who worked a shift on a particularly bad night. Dr. Graysen has an agreement with the detectives in charge to call in any influx of patients to the ER with symptoms caused by Rapture. I had hoped I would be able to clean up Moon’s mess before I brought the situation to you.”

    “Moon is bringing the overdosing clients to the emergency room to share the blame,” Yisu said.  “The clubs have been clean. Why would he start selling drugs again?”

    “I don’t know. Right now, I’m working on controlling him with the power that Grandpa warned him last time,” Jeha said.  “If any of the clubs sell synthetic drugs, they will revert back to our family.  Unfortunately, Moon has refused to listen to my numerous reminders.”

    “Damn it,” Yisu cursed.  “What have you done to contain the problem?”

    “We are watching the emergency department downstairs,” Jeha said.  “We’re making sure the patients don’t have a clear name on who sold them the drugs, just until we can deal with the source of the problem.  On the outside, I’ve been chasing down Moon’s chemist.”

    “Is that why you’re in trouble?” Yisu asked.

    “Partly,” Jeha said.  “Moon was using one of the Wuga Hotel warehouses along the docks for manufacturing.  I shut the factory down and took over all the hotel’s warehouses. Moon retaliated with a grenade delivered to my apartment on Moven Street.”

    Maria gasped, and Yisu wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

    “Thankfully, Ryan neutralized it before it could cause damage.  We could not track the package back to Moon, but I know it is his doing. The last few days have been full of adventure. There have been gunshots on the street.  Poisoned food at my favorite noodle joint, and the brakes cut on my car.”

    “Move home,” Maria said, her eyes filled with worry. “Move back home right now.”

    “I can’t yet, not until I clean this up. In any case, I’m no longer at my old apartment. Ryan insisted I move to the new apartment building we have on Main Street, near the Anastasia Grand Hotel.  The building is waiting for a housing code inspection.  The top floor is complete and I’m the only one using it.  Ryan feels it is the easiest place to keep security tight.”

    “Does Moon want to start a war?” Yisu asked, his voice rough with anger.  “His father has yet to pay back the loan he took from me last year.  Uncle Tae Wook should take charge of his sons.  The clubs were not a gift to misuse, but a means for them to live.  Jeha should not be managing Moon’s mistakes.”

    “You’re wrong,” Chae Wook said.  “Yes, Tae Wook’s grandson is misbehaving, but Jeha is going to manage our Wuga Group in the future. He should be able to control Moon if he hopes to keep the rest of the family in line.  Managing his cousins is not easy work, but he has to do it. What do you need from me, Jeha?”

    “I’m doing my best to close Moon’s factories, but it’s not enough. He just sets up a new one. Rapture has flooded the Raven Clubs. I’m worried Moon will start distributing in other clubs around Capital City.  We have closed three factories this last week,” Jeha said.  “So, what I need to do is find Moon’s Master Chemist and shut him down before the authorities move on the clubs.”

    “Do you want a meeting with Airam the Spaniard?” Chae Wook asked.  “Assure him that Wuga is not trying to encroach on his market share.  Our alliance with Airam is still delicate.”

    “We are not ready,” Jeha said.  “Moon needs to be under control before we sit at the table with Airam.  Our house will look dysfunctional if Moon then approaches him after our meeting”

    “I understand. You need Moon’s Master Chemist to stop production. Then, we need to cut off distribution access, which means taking control of the three Raven Clubs,” Chae Wook said. “Jeha needs me to meet with my little brother, Tae Wook, and his two sons, Chung and Minho.”

    “Yes. If you can get Uncle Chung to manage Moon, I will be glad,” Jeha said.  “Only then can I meet with Airam to appease him in case Moon has encroached on his sales avenue.”

    “And to warn him not to take on Moon’s product offers,” Chae Wook said.  “Our family does not make money from drugs.”

    “Grandpa understands me.  I did not want to make a major move against Moon without your permission.  I’ll need force to take control of Moon’s Master Chemist,” Jeha said.  “Moving on my cousin this way will trigger a retaliation response. I came to ask for permission.  You’re here in the hospital and we’ll need to secure the floor in case Moon gets his ambitious ideas.”

    “So much trouble,” Yisu sighed.

    They all sat in silence for another moment, then Chae Wook shrugged.

    “Moon has already made his first aggressive move toward you. Jeha needs to show strength in response. You don’t need my permission. You have my full support. Yisu,” Chae Wook said. “Place the men in your team under Jeha’s command. We need to help Jeha secure our businesses.”

    “Can you handle a fight with your cousin?” Yisu asked Jeha. “It’s not easy to put your family under threat, Jeha.”

    “He must learn,” Chae Wook said, his tone decisive, his dark brown gaze hard.  “Wuga’s industries cannot be dragged in the mud so lightly. Moon is using our hospital’s emergency room as a means to manage his overdosing clients.  He is clearly causing us harm and painting a clear target on Jeha.  The clubs make good money, but if they have a dirty business, it will spill over to the rest of the family’s growing businesses. We have no choice but to clean up after him.”

    “Why don’t they ever think of the bigger picture?” Yisu complained.

    “Because it is your job, and Jeha’s job,” Chae Wook said. “Jeha take over the clubs. Re-brand them or lock them down if needed.  Find a way to manage Moon’s people.  Yisu, use the hospital’s administration team to manage Dr. Graysen. If possible, get the team to do a piece on the doctor’s heroic fight for the victims in the paper. Give the hospital positive PR and cover up our involvement with the Raven Clubs.”

    “Dr. Graysen does not look like he appreciates the spotlight,” Jeha said, fighting a small smile at the memory of the crying doctor on the roof a week ago.  He had wanted so much to pull Axel into his arms to offer comfort.

    “We’ll see what happens,” Yisu said.

    “Jeha, Moon’s father will interfere. Chung is not easy to deal with. He feels his family is on par with ours.  It will place you in a difficult situation,” Chae Wook said.  “Protect yourself, even as I hope we can have an amiable result.  Don’t hurt him too much.  They are still family.”

    Jeha nodded and got up.

    “I will do my best,” Jeha said.

    “We’re all depending on you,” Chae Wook said.

    “Yes, Grandfather,” Jeha said.  “Please get well soon.  I look forward to having a meal with you when you get home.”

    Chae Wook smiled, reaching for Jeha’s left hand.  His hands shook and felt fragile when they gripped Jeha’s strong hand.  Fear squeezed Jeha’s heart at the sight of his grandfather looking so frail. The dark signet ring he wore on his left middle finger looked as though it was swimming, highlighting his grandfather’s weight loss.

    Jeha suffered a moment of panic. This man always seemed larger than life to him.  It was too difficult to see him in a hospital bed.

    “Eat more while you’re here,” Jeha urged.

    “Don’t worry so much,” Chae Wook said, giving him a small smile.  “I’ll be out of this room soon. I’m hoping to play a round of golf with you.  Will you make the time?”

    “Always, Grandpa,” Jeha said.

    “Good,” Chae Wook said, patting Jeha’s hand, he let go with a light squeeze.

    Jeha started to leave and his mother got up.

    “I’ll walk you out,” Maria said her tone not leaving room to protest.

    Jeha let her lead the way out the door.

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  • The Man I like Might Be a Delinquent 2-1

    The Man I like Might Be a Delinquent 2-1

    Jeha and the Wook Family Legacy

    A week later, a nurse emerged from a private hospital room at the Wuga Hospital.  She removed her gloves and threw them into the surgical bin standing against the wall in the hallway.  The nurse pressed on the sanitizer dispenser mounted above the bin and turned to her right, heading to the nursing station.  She stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening when she saw the group of ten men walking toward her.

    Jeha Wook was used to this reaction on the nurses’ faces.

    The ten men following him were a necessity he could no longer deny. This past week had turned into a trial.  The guards dressed in black tailored suits, their facial expressions varying degrees of unfriendliness were his saviors.

    The nurse started to move to the side to let them pass, her gaze full of hope that they would ignore her.

    Too bad for her, she had come out of a room that interested Jeha the most.

    “Afternoon,” Jeha said, stopping right before her.  He checked her nametag and smiled. “Sandy.”

    “A-afternoon,” Sandy said, glancing at him, her gaze shifting to the ten men who spread out in the rest of the hallway.  “How may I help you, Mr. Wook?”

    “I want to ask how my grandfather is doing this afternoon,” Jeha said.  “Did he eat anything for lunch?”

    “He did,” Sandy said, dragging her gaze away from the men checking the hospital rooms in the hallway.  “Shouldn’t you stop them from opening doors to other patients’ rooms?”

    “It’s a necessity, Sandy,” Jeha said, waving the matter off.  “I’ll apologize to anyone who feels offended. What did grandfather eat?”

    “Um,” Sandy frowned when Ryan returned to Jeha’s side and gave him a nod, clearing the hallway.

    “Sandy?” Jeha prompted.

    Sandy looked at Jeha, her expression blank, and his right brow rose in question.

    “Y-your grandfather ate scrambled eggs and a shredded broccoli salad,” Sandy said.  “He asked for a glass of red wine, but his diet is restricted.  We substituted his request and gave him a glass of cranberry juice.”

    “Did he clear his plate?” Ryan asked.

    Sandy sighed.

    “No, he only ate half his plate.  His appetite has not returned, yet.  We’re working on it.”

    “Thank you for taking care of him so well,” Jeha said, and then urged her to continue down the hallway.

    Sandy hurried away to the nurses’ station, though her gaze returned to the men now lining the hallway.

    “The security team in the hallway does look excessive,” Jeha said, watching them, trying to put himself in Sandy’s shoes.  “Ryan, send them to eat lunch in the cafeteria.  The meal is on me.”

    “What about you? What if—?” Ryan started.

    “I have you, don’t I?” Jeha smirked.  “I’m not useless in a fight either.  Besides, Moon won’t try anything in such a public place where Grandpa can see him. The team can find me when we’re leaving through the emergency room. Let’s not worry my parents.”

    Ryan nodded and motioned for their men to head to the cafeteria.

    Jeha took in a deep breath, steadying himself, and then he knocked on the hospital room door.

    “Yes.” A gruff voice said in answer.

    Jeha opened the door and fought the urge to step back when he saw his parents sitting on two chairs at the foot of his grandfather’s hospital bed.

    His grandfather, Chae Wook, sat propped up on his hospital bed, dressed in a hospital gown and a fine black wool sweater knitted by Jeha’s mother, Maria. The covers pulled up to his waist to keep him warm.

    Chae Wook sat watching Jeha’s parents, a complicated expression on his face. It looked as though they had been discussing something important. The conversation stopped when they saw him.

    Chae Wook gave Jeha all his attention, even gifting him a warm smile despite his illness.

    Jeha stopped a few feet away from the bed and lowered his head in greeting, first to his grandfather, and then to his parents.

    Ryan followed suit a step behind him, and then Jeha motioned him to leave. He started to turn, but then Jeha’s father stopped him.

    “Ryan, stay,” Yisu Wook said his tone hard to ignore.  “Close the door.”

    “Yes, Sir.”

    Ryan closed the hospital room door and faced Jeha’s father.

    “I’m going to ask you one question,” Yisu said, sitting back in his chair, he folded his arms against his chest and leveled his gaze on Ryan.  “I expect a truthful answer, or you’ll end up working in the satellite Wuga Retirement Center at the border of Aeras Kingdom.  You won’t see Jeha again. Do you understand?”

    “Yes, Sir,” Ryan said, stepping up to stand just behind Jeha’s right side.

    Jeha stayed still, fixing his gaze on the monitors above his grandfather’s bed.

    “Why have you increased security around Jeha?” Yisu asked.  “The nurses have noted a ruckus when he walks in this last week.  The nurse, Sandy, asked us about it. We handled her inquiries, but I got curious. You haven’t reported any trouble to the main house.  I suspect it is because Jeha does not want us to know the truth.  I’m expecting an answer, or we transfer the guard around Jeha including you, Ryan, to another facility.”

    Jeha heard Ryan let out a defeated sigh.

    They had been expecting this, especially after the rapture incident a week ago.

    Jeha had not wanted to disturb his grandfather with Moon’s indiscretions.

    Chae Wook was already experiencing severe stress ulcers.  They had rushed him to the hospital after a bad episode of stomach pain. It was so bad that Dr. Raff was afraid Chae Wook had cancer and ended up subjecting Chae Wook to a battery of tests.

    They had all breathed a sigh of relief when Dr. Raff cleared Chae Wook free of cancer.

    Jeha was grateful his grandfather was free of cancer, but he did not want to add to his grandfather’s stress. So, he had kept recent events hidden from his parents and his grandfather.

    Now, he could only be glad they were in the hospital.  If anything happened with his grandfather, after the coming conversation, the nurses and doctors were in-house.

    Jeha bit his bottom lip to keep from speaking, but he gave Ryan a thumbs up behind his back releasing him to tell the truth.

    Ryan let out a sigh of relief.

    “Boss has lived through some trouble this past week,” Ryan said.  “We have thwarted seven attempts on his life.  We cannot avoid having a security team following him anymore.”

    “Why do we know nothing about this?” Yisu asked, his narrowed gaze shifting to Jeha.

    “Boss asked us to keep the attempts on his life out of the daily reports to the main house,” Ryan said.  “He worried it would stress Chairman Wook even more.”

    The room fell silent and Jeha swallowed when he noted his mother’s frown.

    “Who is attacking Jeha?” Yisu asked, breaking the silence.

    Ryan paused this time.

    A minute passed, in which Jeha met his grandfather’s gaze.

    Chae Wook’s gaze widened in understanding.

    “Speak,” Maria prompted Ryan.  “My husband asked you an important question.”

    Ryan cleared his throat.

    “Boss is investigating a problem with the three Raven Clubs under his cousin’s care,” Ryan said, his voice trembling slightly.  “He wanted to keep his interest on a need-to-know basis so as not to ruffle feathers.  We tried our best to keep the investigation quiet, but we failed.”

    “A problem with the clubs,” Yisu said, his tone turning thoughtful.

    He dropped his hands from his chest and looked at Jeha as realization grew.

    “Thank you for your hard work, Ryan.  You can step out now. Thank you for being honest with us.”

    Ryan left the room in fast strides, closing the door with the gentlest of clicks. He would wait for Jeha outside.

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  • The Man I Like Might Be a Delinquent

    The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent Book Cover

    Title: The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent
    Status: Ongoing
    Chapters:
    Category: Modern
    Tags: mmromance, Axel Graysen, Jeha Wook, Family Business, Doctor, Love at First Sight, Aeras Kingdom World
    Description:
    After a strange anticlimactic kidnapping, Axel Graysen is pulled into the tumultuous world of the Wook Family. Axel treats Jeha Wook’s gunshot wound and ends up treating the oddly large team of brothers who work for Jeha. The problem is that Jeha’s people all seem like delinquents, and Jeha is the largest delinquent of them all. Axel worries about how he will keep the man he likes from getting hurt again.

    Chapters

  • The Man I Like Might be a Delinquent 1-2

    The Man I Like Might be a Delinquent 1-2

    Jeha Wook stood by the railing on the rooftop at the Wuga Hospital, taking in the city lights and the large moon shining in the sky. His thoughts were preoccupied with his grandfather.

    Chae Wook was admitted with acute ulcers caused by stress.

    Jeha could not believe it. He loved his grandfather so much; it scared him to see him ill and lying on a hospital bed.

    “We have a problem,” a soft-spoken male voice said behind him.

    When did they never have a problem?

    Jeha cleared his throat and slipped his hands into his pockets.

    “What is it?” Jeha asked.

    “Moon has sent around thirty kids to the Wuga Emergency Department.  They overdosed on Rapture at his club. So far, there have been three confirmed deaths, including one possible brain-dead patient. Either way, we’re on the verge of a crisis.”

    Jeha closed his eyes wishing Hades would come and collect his stupid cousin.

    “I shut down his rapture factory last week,” Jeha said, through gritted teeth.  “Where did he get the product?”

    “He probably had standing stock.  We’re doing the best we can to handle the paperwork downstairs.  The incident has drawn too much attention. The police are on site taking statements.  We can’t stop an investigation.  The patients are too many.”

    “Damn it.”

    Jeha opened his eyes, anger rising.  He would have started a rant, but then the door to the roof opened and a lean man stumbled onto the roof.  He looked exhausted, he wore scrubs, Jeha guessed he was a doctor or nurse.

    Jeha blinked when the doctor bent over and puked hard.

    “Find out where Moon is,” Jeha said with a frown, his gaze on the lean man.  “Send people to take over Wuga Hotel’s warehouse block and take control of Moon’s supply routes. Monitor the clubs too but do not interfere. I don’t want us to draw any attention from the police.”

    “I think that is one of the doctors working the emergency room tonight.  His name is Dr. Graysen.”

    “Oh,” Jeha said, his interest in the lean man rising.  “Hm, get downstairs and see what needs to be cleaned up.  The Wuga name should not come up in connection with Rapture.  I’ll talk to the doctor.”

    “Okay.”

    Dr. Axel Graysen finished puking and Jeha stopped his best friend.

    “Ryan, will you please bring me a bottle of water before you go?” Jeha asked.

    Ryan nodded and hurried to the exit.

    ***

    Axel cried hard until the worst of the pressure in his chest eased.  When he could breathe easier, he let out a soft sigh, and wiped his eyes with his palms, taking in several deep breaths. He dropped his hands to his lap when a bottle of water appeared before him.

    Axel looked up to find a very handsome man smiling at him.

    “Water is good for you after a bout of tears.”

    Trust him to meet a perfect man right after he had puked his guts and cried his eyes out like a baby. Axel let out a defeated chuckle at the charming smile, looking at the bottle in the man’s hands.

    “It’s safe,” the handsome man said, his voice gentle, making Axel look up to meet his warm gaze. “The bottle is still sealed.”

    Axel took the bottle because he needed to escape piercing blue eyes.  Uncapping the bottle to have something to do and to brush off the embarrassment of having been caught crying.

    He took a sip of the cool water, rinsed his mouth, and then drank the rest feeling extremely thirsty. Then, he stared at the empty water bottle when he was done.

    “Feeling better?”

    “Yes, thank you,” Axel said, looking up to meet a worried blue gaze. “What are you doing up here?”

    “I was looking for fresh air.  Hospitals can be very suffocating.”

    “Do you have family here?” Axel asked.

    “Yes.  My grandfather is ill. He is admitted here.”

    “I’m sorry,” Axel said. “I hope he feels better soon.”

    “Me too.  What about you?  Why are you so upset?  Talking about it to a stranger will make you feel better.”

    The handsome man sat next to him on the concrete slab and Axel stilled when his heart skipped a beat.  He instantly liked everything about his unknown knight.

    This handsome stranger fit his type to a tee. Devastating looks, able to pull off tailored navy-blue suits, and boasting a clean-cut appearance. He even smelled very good.

    Axel sighed.

    “You’re wearing scrubs. You must be a doctor. Did something happen to a patient? Is that why you’re upset?”

    Axel placed the empty water bottle in the space between them and wiped a hand down his face.  He wanted to escape the mess happening downstairs, but he couldn’t. The image of the nineteen-year-old girl he had lost minutes ago filled him. His chest tightened and he let out a soft sigh. The dead lingered with him.

    “I couldn’t save three patients tonight,” Axel said, heart aching. “It feels like I failed them, and it was too much to deal with so I came up here. I needed a few minutes.”

    “I’m sorry.”

    “I’ve been a doctor for a while. One would think calling time of death should be easier by now.” Axel frowned. In truth, his emotional overload was due to stress and exhaustion.  “Still, I wish I could have saved the three of them.  Give them another chance. Time in the emergency room is kicking my butt tonight.”

    “How many patients came in tonight?”

    “The emergency room is busy as always. We just dealt with an influx of twenty patients with critical symptoms in three hours,” Axel said, shaking his head. “Three dead, one is in the balance. The full moon is at work tonight and I’ve already broken down.”

    “You saved sixteen. Sixteen lives are saved.”

    Axel glanced at the handsome man, surprised by the positive outlook.

    “Yes.” Axel agreed with a small nod. “But—”

    “We can’t win all battles. We lose some so that we can learn a lesson and continue to fight again.”

    “And what battles do you fight?” Axel asked, shifting to face the handsome stranger.

    A soft chuckle came and before he could get an answer to his question, the door to the roof opened to reveal a second man. This one was taller, bulkier, and also dressed in a tailored suit.

    “Sir,” their intruder said.

    “Ryan.”

    “You are needed,” Ryan said.

    The handsome stranger smiled at Axel. Blue eyes studied Axel with curiosity. They made Axel want to discover more about his unexpected knight.

    “I have to go, Doctor. Will you be all right up here? Should I worry about leaving you alone?”

    Axel smiled. He could not help it for some reason. He could not remember anyone outside his immediate family asking him this question. It felt…nice, and charming.

    “I’ll be fine. I’m sure someone will be calling me to head back to ED soon.”

    “Good.” A nod and another devastating smile.  “It’s always easiest to get back on the horse once you fall off. Never wallow in what you cannot change.”

    Axel agreed with a nod and felt sad when the handsome stranger got up to join his friend Ryan.

    “Wait, I didn’t catch your name,” Axel said.

    “Jeha.  What about you?”

    “Axel. Axel Graysen. If you ever need treatment, find me. I’ll see to it.”

    “It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Axel Graysen.”

    “You too,” Axel said, but Jeha had already gone into the stairwell leading into the hospital.

    For a full minute, Axel wished he had gotten Jeha’s number.

    But he had no time to dwell on it because his phone beeped.

    Nina was calling.

    Axel got up and decided to take Jeha’s advice. He hoped the rest of his night would get easier.

    ****

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  • The Man I Like Might be a Delinquent – 1-1

    The Man I Like Might be a Delinquent – 1-1

    Part 1

    Dr. Graysen endures Rapture’s Damage

    Dr. Axel Graysen sat on a concrete slab near the railing on the roof of the Wuga Hospital.  Sipping orange juice from a bottle he filled at the cafeteria, he stared at the dark sky and the rising full moon gracing the Kingdom of Aeras with its brilliance tonight.

    Their Capital City was going to be bright this Thursday night.

    Veteran doctors at the Wuga Hospital insisted a full moon meant the Emergency Room would fill with the craziest medical emergencies.  The weirdest medical situations cropped up and the emergency department remained in a state of nonstop crisis until morning.

    Axel once tried to disprove the theory, but experience soon proved the veterans right.  He tried not to be on call during a full moon. That he was on call tonight was thanks to a series of events.

    Axel shifted his gaze to the helipad platform on the other end of the building.

    Three days ago, Dr. Brown, his Residency Professor, called Axel to receive a VIP patient.  The patient arrived on a medic-helicopter and it turned out to be the man responsible for building and establishing the Wuga Hospital in the Capital City, Mr. Chae Wook.

    Chae Wook was presenting with acute abdominal pain on arrival.

    Axel agreed to give Chae Wook emergency care until his attending doctor, Dr. Raff, arrived at the hospital. He completed all admission procedures and settled Mr. Wook in the private wing on the top floor of the building.  Yisu Wook, Mr. Wook’s only son, added in a moment of excitement when he hugged Axel hard in gratitude. He thanked Axel for managing his father’s pain levels.

    When Dr. Raff arrived an hour later, Axel was free to return to his usual final year-of-residency existence.

    Axel was completing his last year of a six-year integrated cardiothoracic residency at the Wuga Hospital. However, it was nice to see the world Dr. Raff lived in and maybe want a bit of it for himself.

    Dr. Brown was his residency mentor and a professor he admired thoroughly.

    Axel was surprised to discover that Dr. Raff was Dr. Brown’s husband.  He had been both embarrassed and impressed by the discovery.

    Embarrassed because Dr. Brown was the one person he looked up to at Wuga Hospital.  Dr. Brown had helped him get through his residency, and made him a better doctor.  He should have known about Dr. Raff being his husband.

    He was also impressed because it took extra work to keep a marriage going with their crazy demanding lifestyle.

    Axel could barely manage his personal life.  He owned an apartment with three pieces of furniture.  A couch gifted to him by his mother, a coffee table laden with research papers and medical journals, and a bed.  When he did make it home depending on his level of tiredness, the farthest he got to was the couch. When he was lucid, his bed saw him. Those were the longest most faithful relationships he had kept these past six years.

    His dad managed his utilities and tiny investments.  His mom had hired an amazing woman who helped stock Axel’s apartment with groceries and pre-packaged meals. Now that he was nearing his residency’s end, his time was packed with board certifications and finding a great posting preferably at the Wuga Hospital.

    At what point could he think to add in a husband?

    Shaking his head, Axel sipped his orange juice and glanced at the time on his watch.  He had two more minutes. Capping the bottle, Axel scratched the stubble on his chin and pushed off the slab.  He walked back to the stairwell entrance and started a slow walk down to the emergency department.

    Axel had agreed to take on a night shift for one of the third-year residents in his group. He ran into her the night he returned to his desk from helping Dr. Raff.  Her name was Ronnie, she was very kind and hardworking. He was shocked to see her crying as she studied their schedule, so he tried to offer comfort. It turned out she was taking care of her mother who suffered a traffic accident and was admitted to the hospital. Ronnie wanted to stay with her mother to get through surgery aftercare.

    Axel agreed to help by taking one of her shifts. He tried to be kind to his co-workers where he could. This was why he had ended up with a full moon night at the emergency department. He was exhausted from a long day and had needed a ten-minute break on the roof before he tackled time in the emergency department.

    Drinking the last of his orange juice, Axel took the last set of stairs and opened the door that would lead him to the emergency floor.

    “Dr. Graysen,” the nurse in charge greeted him when she saw him.

    She stood behind the nurse’s station holding the phone.

    “Nina.”

    “I was about to call you.  Medics 23, 24, and 25 in route with a code blue, and two in potential code blue.”

    Axel took off his doctor’s coat, handing it and the orange juice bottle over to Nina. It was easier to work the night shift in just his scrubs. She placed the coat on the chair next to her behind the counter, the bottle under the counter, and handed him his stethoscope.

    Axel sanitized his hands as Nina started an announcement over the public address.

    “Attention Wuga Emergency Department.  Three medics enroute with one code blue, and two in critical condition.  ETA three minutes.”

    Axel was already heading to the emergency doors, followed by three of the third-year residents in his group and four nurses, behind them, Nina had the rest of the nurses and technicians moving machines, and medicine carts, and preparing emergency bays.

    Axel forgot the tension in his shoulders as the ambulances arrived.  The paramedics opened the doors and Axel checked the vitals of the code blue patient.  He left the other two patients to two third-year residents as they rushed the coding patient to the resuscitation room.

    “Female, 22, vitals are critical,” the paramedic reported as they moved.  “We used the defibrillator twice. We’ve administered three epis so far.  Pupils remain fixed and dilated.  Her friend says she ingested pills called Rapture at the club where we picked her up but we have no samples. Never heard of them.”

    They moved the young woman onto the hospital bed and the paramedic stepped aside to allow Axel and his team to take over.

    “The same conditions apply to the other two who came in with us,” the paramedic continued. “The detectives in charge of the case are right behind us. There might be more incoming patients.”

    “Oliver, take over compressions,” Axel said to the third-year resident with him.  He opened an app on his iPhone to a metronome, matching the rhythm to the patient’s heartbeat.

    Axel checked the vitals on the screen and hurried around to the patient’s head.  This was likely a severe overdose case.  First, they needed to get the patient’s heart beating on its own again.

    The paramedics had inserted a breathing tube down her throat and into her lungs.   Axel checked to make sure it was sitting right.  He was relieved they had done a good job.  One of Nina’s nurses had already taken over the administration of oxygen.

    Oliver’s chest compressions on the woman’s chest had frothy pulmonary secretions rising up through the breathing tube.  The fluids spilled out on the patient’s clothes. Oliver kept up compressions.

    “How long has she been down?” Axel asked the paramedic.

    “Twelve minutes,” the paramedic said.

    Shit!

    Oliver’s tempo changed.  He was getting tired.

    “Hold compressions for a rhythm check,” Axel said, glancing at the monitor.

    The monitor showed a little heart rhythm.  Axel grabbed the ultrasound and placed it over the young woman’s heart.  The heartbeat came back soft. It was still too faint to sustain their patient’s life.

    “Roll her to her right side,” Axel said.

    The nurses, two second-year residents, and Oliver rolled the patient to the right side.  Axel grabbed a pair of scissors and cut her dress to check her back. He felt panic rise when he noted faint streaks of pooling blood.  She was crashing fast.

    Still, the heart was moving however faint.  Carbon dioxide readings looked normal.

    “Lay her back,” Axel said and ordered the second-year resident to restart compressions in place of Oliver.

    Axel ordered another dose of epinephrine. Oliver administered it, and his skills were fast and efficient.  They inserted lines into their patient’s left hand. Axel followed up the epi with a series of life-saving drugs to support resuscitation.  He helped cut away stockings and pulled off the party dress.  Nina replaced it with a hospital gown.

    Axel monitored vitals. He used the defibrillator once to support the restoration of electrical activity and urged a fresh second-year doctor to continue compressions.

    A precious six minutes passed in tense activity.  Nina recorded Axel’s orders, each action they did, the numbers on monitors, and the number of compressions Oliver and the second-year residents put in. Axel was sweating when the heart monitor finally gave them back a strong note and sustained the rhythm.

    “She’s back,” Oliver said, his voice weary.  “Her heart’s beating again.”

    Nina patted Axel’s back, her own relief coming in a swift sigh, and then she urged the nurses to start the cleanup.

    Axel could only nod with a grim expression on his face as he stared at their patient’s vitals.  Her heart was beating, but…it had taken too long to get her back.  Too long.

    Adding the six minutes on to the twelve minutes with the paramedics, Axel feared their patient was brain dead.

    “Prep her for ICU,” Axel said to Oliver.  “Call neurology.”

    “Do you think she’ll make it?” Nina asked.

    “We’ve done the best we can for her right now. A neurologist will monitor her vitals,” Axel said, shaking his head.  “How are the other two—?”

    “Dr. Graysen!”

    Axel left the first room and ran into the second one to find their second patient, a young man this time, coding.

    “Code blue,” the third-year resident said.

    “How long?”

    “Just started.”

    “Compressions, STAT,” Axel said, calling out epinephrine orders and restarting the metronome on his phone. “Nina, get Dr. Brown for the third patient. Keep the paramedics and liaise with the police officers on this case.  We need more information on the drugs the patients took.”

    Nina hurried away and Axel found his third-year’s compressions were off rhythm.

    “Get off,” Axel ordered, his tone harsh, unforgiving.  He got on the resuscitation bed and started the compressions himself.  He was not going to lose this one.  “Oliver, get in here! Give him 100ccs of…”

    ****

    Three hours later found Axel in a horror scene.  Something had clearly gone wrong at a rave party.  The emergency room was dealing with a surge of over thirty patients with similar symptoms ranging from mild to severe.

    Axel saved the coding second patient, a young man.  When he was stable, Axel raced to the third patient and restarted her heart twice. She did not last and when she crashed for the last time, Axel had to call her time of death.  She was the first of the three deaths he had to call these last three hours.

    Sixteen patients in critical condition arrived after her, and the emergency room turned into a gladiator ring.

    Axel vs. an unknown substance called Rapture.

    The second patient to die arrived in full arrest.  There was nothing to do for him.

    Dr. Brown came in to help and was the one who signed off on the death-on-arrival call.

    Together, Axel and Dr. Brown tried their best to save as many of the remaining fifteen patients as they could.

    The fight exhausted Axel so much that the last patient he declared dead cracked something inside him.

    “You did your best,” Nina said, as she shook out a white sheet to cover their last patient.  “Dr. Brown is with the other two girls who came in with this one.  He’s done the same thing you’ve been doing, Axel. They are both stable for now.  I say you’ve won tonight.”

    Axel barely heard Nina’s words.  He stared at the girl lying still on the stretcher.  She was nineteen.  Long dark curly hair fell over the stretcher. Her nails were painted in rainbow colors.  She had been wearing a Black Pink t-shirt and shorts before Nina dressed her in a hospital gown.  She was so young. Barely started her life.

    Now…she was gone.  He had failed her. Fuck!

    Axel removed the gloves he wore and dumped them in the bin. He sanitized his hands and turned to leave.

    “Dr. Graysen,” Nina called his name.

    Axel ignored her and stepped out of the resuscitation room.  He ran past everyone who called his name and headed for the elevators. The doors closed and he rode it straight to the top floor, not exiting until he was back on the roof.

    Fresh cool air filled his lungs.  The cool night air felt like a reprieve, jerking him back from the fires of hell.

    Nausea came next, and he bent over letting out the orange juice he had drunk just three hours ago.  When he was done, he reached into his pocket and found an old napkin.  Wiping his mouth, he cleared his throat and moved to sit on the concrete slab he had used earlier.

    He wasn’t aware of the tears falling down his cheeks until a sob escaped his lips.

    ****

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 3-2

    A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 3-2

    Tani returned to Istanbul in a state of confusion. His right palm stung with the pain of a magik burn. He could not get the burn to heal with the salves he used usually or even the simple spells of his people. It was the first time he could not stop physical pain in his own body. His attention occupied, he ended up in the wetlands on the edge of the Elderwood Conservancy lands.

    His phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his coat pocket with his left hand. He swiped the screen to answer the call.

    “Yes,” Tani answered, doing his best to walk on the wetlands to dry stable land. His canvas shoes were soaked.

    “Where have you been? We’re all worried. You haven’t checked in,” Hera complained. She was his favorite ward. “Where are you, Babu? Do you want me to pick you up?”

    “No pickup,” Tani said, managing to step onto dry land. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

    He let out a sigh and stared at his injured palm with a frown. Shaking his right hand, he looked at the neat fence on the property boundary. Elderwood Conservancy was a property he nurtured with the help of extraordinary mortals like Hera and her parents, among others. The conservancy boasted a hundred and forty hectares of land, protected with support from the government and non-profit organizations, allowing wildlife to thrive on the property at will.

    The fences were to keep poachers out. The property joined the main Turkish Coast on a thin strip that allowed wildlife migration. This century was harder than others were. The Elderwood Conservancy was in a constant fight with developers, industrialists, and poachers in a bid to protect the conservation lands. Some days this property on Aretias seemed like the last true wilderness.

    Tani ignored the pain on his palm and focused on his teleport. This time he appeared under a large Elderwood tree growing at the back of the square fortress that housed the conservancy’s administration offices.

    The building was of old ottoman architecture and was considered a fortress with four towers. Tani commissioned it in the fifteenth century. It was a square building with three flours on each wing and a courtyard in the middle. At the time, the fortress housed any who needed sanctuary from constant war, and anyone running from persecution for being different.

    The four towers were used for defense, with a smaller tower at the entrance for control of who entered the fortress.

    In this relatively peaceful modern age, the tower at the entrance was redesigned into a modern structure and was now a reception hall for the administration wing of the conservation center. The front, east and west wings of the building were dedicated to the Elderwood Conservancy and its branches around the world. The back wing of the building served as a residential unit for the staff who worked for Elderwood.

    Tani hoped no one had seen him appear and turned his back on the fortress. He walked along a cobbled path to a house hidden by tall trees. His personal residence for the last six decades was much smaller than the fortress. It was built with red bricks. The three-story house was where he spent most of his time when he wanted to hide away as Cale put it.

    Tani lived with his uncle, who was his mother’s youngest brother.

    Uncle Amu had taken on a ward to help them run their house and growing assets. His name was Tom King. Tom’s family was Ekho-blessed. Their bloodline boasted a strong affinity to the earth. Tom had an extraordinary ability to heal damaged soil and encourage growth in plants. He and his family helped run Elderwood. Tom lived in the residential wing of the fortress and only stopped by for meals. Mostly, he stopped by to talk with Amu and Tani when they were home.

    As Uncle Amu took in a ward, so had Tani.

    In the last three decades, Tani spent most of his time on an island off the coast of East Africa. He only came home to visit his uncle or support Tom on difficult cases with the conservancy. His time in Diani was how he met his ward, Hera.

    Hera was of Swahili descent. Her bloodline had a very strong affinity to water. Tani relied on her to smooth his administrative responsibilities.

    She moved around with him, so he had given her a suite to stay on the second floor of his personal residence with her daughter. She was a great healer, and would definitely know what to do about his stinging palm, Tani decided.

    Tani opened the solid white oak front door. The scent of fresh-baked coffee cookies greeted him.

    “Babu?” Hera called from the kitchen when he closed the front door. “Is it you?”

    “Yes,” Tani said, heading in the direction of the kitchen.

    He walked down the main corridor, passing the open living room with its open terrace doors leading to the beach. He entered the kitchen and paused at the door at the sight of Hera at work.

    Hera was in a long colorful skirt and a sleeveless white shirt that framed her curvaceous body to perfection. She was only five foot two, but her vivacious personality made her seem six feet tall. The radio was on, and she was singing Turkish music, butchering the words with confidence and thorough enjoyment. Hearing her crazy singing made him smile.

    Her long braids shifted from side to side as she danced to the rhythm of the music.

    Tani watched her pull out a sheet pan of fresh coffee cookies, and turn around to place it on the counter with a wide satisfied smile. Her brown skin was warm in the afternoon sun.

    It was four in the afternoon here. Tani found the time difference interesting. Breakfast in Kirtland, Ohio, and afternoon tea on an island off the Turkish Coast.

    Hera looked up and clapped with her oven mitts when she saw him.

    “Babu! Here you are after weeks of disappearance,” Hera said, breaking into her beloved Swahili. She removed the mitts and hurried around the kitchen counter to reach him. “I’m going to ask Tom to place a tracker on you. So we can know where you are when you disappear.”

    Tani chuckled as she hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her, forgetting his right palm. He grazed his burn on her blouse and hissed at the pain.

    Hera stepped back with a frown.

    “Why are you wincing?” she asked, looking him down from head to toe. “Why are your shoes wet? What’s happened to you?”

    Tani removed his shoes and kicked them to the side. He shrugged off his coat too and placed it on the worktable they used for everything. He let out a soft sigh of relief as the breeze from the open kitchen windows swept into the kitchen. His grey t-shirt billowed a little and he was happy for the cooling down. He extended his right palm for Hera to see.

    “I got burned,” Tani said. “Do something.”

    “Burned,” Hera took his right hand, and gaped at the sight of the angry red wound. “Wa, who managed to scar you like this? Is it Cale? What did you two do to each other this time? Come, sit down. You two should stop fighting like children. Uncle Amu will chastise you again.”

    “It wasn’t Cale,” Tani said, following Hera when she led him to a natural stone counter by the windows. She urged him to sit on a high stool and went around the counter. “I was burned by someone I thought was a mortal.”

    Tani sat on the stool, his right hand extended out for Hera’s thorough inspection. She studied the burn with a deep frown. Her long braids fell on each side of her round face. Her brown eyes looked up from his palm to his face, and then back to his palm. She touched the scarred skin with care, the tips of her fingers gentle, even as she shook her head in disbelief.

    “Tell me how a mortal burned your hand with firepower? You are Ekho. We, mortals, are never stronger than you are, even when we are Ekho-blessed. How is this possible?”

    “I’m very afraid he’s not a mortal,” Tani said, his gaze narrowed in thought. “I think he is a bloodborne warlock. Born into a family with a powerful bloodline, Hera. A bloodline similar to yours or even Tom’s family. It would have to be a very old family, one that has guarded its bloodline fiercely.”

    “Interesting,” Hera said, letting go of Tani’s hand. “Your theory means there is a powerful one in your father’s immortal clan who has been sexing up a mortal witch lover in the dark. How naughty.”

    Hera stepped away from the stone counter, studying the shelves on the wall behind her. She read the labels on small storage clay jars sitting on the shelf

    Hera reached for a small black clay jar at the back of the bottom shelf.

    Her long black braids shifted to one side on her back as she reached for a second jar on the second shelf. Tani caught a glimpse of a gold tattoo a sharp contrast to the brown skin on her left shoulder. The symbol was a compound elder leaf with three leaflets. It stood for her family and her dedication to the Elderwood Conservancy.

    Hera’s family protected and nurtured. Tani frowned as he watched Hera gather her herbs. Sometimes though, they missed the mark.

    “Your wound won’t heal with my herbs and spells,” Hera said in English this time, her accent heavy thanks to her Swahili heritage. “I can only soothe your pain away.”

    Hera made no effort to refine her English and preferred her beloved Swahili language. She spoke to Tani in English when she worried and hoped to emphasize the problem in English would make him understand the brevity of his circumstances. Otherwise, she made him speak her beloved Swahili.

    “Why?” Tani asked, studying the wound on his palm as Hera collected her tools.

    Hera returned to the stone counter holding a glass bowl, a small spatula, and a cup of cold water. She added the herbs from the two jars into the glass bowl. She added a teaspoon of water and got to work mixing the paste.

    Tani started to touch the wound on his palm, and Hera slapped his finger away. The gold beaded bracelet on her left wrist jingled. He noted the elder leaf symbol on one of the gold beads.

    “This mortal-maybe-bloodborne-warlock is petty,” Hera said, shaking her head, as she mixed her herbs into a paste. “Your wound will only get more painful. He is the only one who can heal you. He wants you to find him.”

    What had his beloved told him as he left?

    ‘I’m sure I’ve hurt you…somewhere. If you want it healed come down here…’

    “Ah…Very petty,” Tani agreed with a nod.

    Also typical of his beloved, he thought with a small smile.

    “This mortal hurts you, and you smile,” Hera said, annoyance in her voice. “I don’t understand you, Tani.”

    “You’re not alone,” Tani said, watching as Hera found a pack of cotton buds under the stone counter. She got to work cleaning his wound with water first. He complained and she chided him for being a crybaby.

    “Deniz is seven and she doesn’t complain like you when she’s getting her wounds cleaned,” Hera said.

    “You’re her mother. She’s scared she’ll make you cry too. I’m not. It hurts,” Tani said. He winced when Hera pressed the cotton bud she held too hard on his burn.

    “Distract yourself,” Hera said, shaking her head, and muttering under her breath about weak foxes. “It’s not going to get easier.”

    She picked up the little spatula and piled it with the herb paste. Tani groaned and turned away from her ministrations. He hated pain. His beloved was definitely cruel.

    “We have a book listing the families blessed with pure power in your library,” Hera said. “Baba thought it was important to track them, in case one turned to the dark side to feed Cale. We all agreed keeping these books in your domain was safest.”

    “Your Dad is very smart,” Tani said, gritting his teeth, as Hera applied her herb paste on his wound in a generous portion. “Do you know which of those families are affiliated with fire?”

    “Fire is rare. The more popular elements in these families are earth like Tom, water like me, and the wind ones, most of which you have met. There is one powerful house here in Turkey,” Hera said, her tone turning thoughtful. “They are called Arter or Artor. I can’t quite remember how to say their name. Your uncle added them. They do not associate with us and are secretive. It could be the house has died off. It happens sometimes. One generation has a quiet century. The next gains a powerful practitioner.”

    Tani felt a bandage press on his palm and he returned his gaze to Hera.

    Hera smoothed her fingers over the white bandage making sure it was secure. She met his gaze and grinned, switching back to Swahili.

    “You’re a crybaby. There is aloe vera in the paste. It will soothe the pain, and do its best to dry out the worst of the burn. Babu, you need to find this maybe-warlock. You should be careful. I don’t like his style at all,” Hera said, shaking her head in disapproval.

    “Would you like to help me find him?” Tani asked, getting up from the high stool.

    He curled his fingers on his right hand and grimaced at the numb pain. Shrugging his shoulders, he looked around the kitchen.

    “You don’t have anyone you’re cooking for at the moment. You’ll get bored waiting for Uncle and Tom. Deniz is off at school. You should help me.”

    “You don’t need to ask twice,” Hera said, winking at him. “Besides, having no visitors means we don’t have something strange going on in the world.”

    She put away her clay jars and washed the bowl and spatula in the sink.

    Hera came around the stone counter wiping her hands on a small towel. She dumped the small towel into a laundry bin next to the stone counter.

    “You’re right,” Tani said. “No visitor means no one is on the run or suffering or causing trouble. Let’s go to the library and find this Artor.”

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    Babu – means grandfather

    Baba – means Dad

  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 3-1

    A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 3-1

    Dante studied the tall sycamore tree on the edge of Viola’s property. It should have burned leaves and branches, but it did not. It was safe and looked…greener. The presence he felt on the tree had protected it from his fire spell. The unharmed tree was the only evidence he could use to verify the powerful aura that seeped into his house, forcing him outside in search.

    Shaking his head, he returned to the house, closing and locking the kitchen door. Normally, he would be worried about such a powerful being so close to this house. However, the unburnt sycamore tree made him feel secure. The entity did not mean any harm to his family.

    Dante rinsed his glass of water in the sink and placed it on a rack. Switching off the light, he stared at the sycamore tree through the picture window for a moment and then headed back to the study.

    It was four o’clock in the morning, and sleep was long gone for him. He sat behind the desk and opened a folder holding a new co-parenting agreement sent by his lawyers.

    Viola, his ex-girlfriend and the owner of this house, wanted to see him less and have him pay more upkeep for their two children, Zachary and April Arturo. Their separation long decided a year after April was born, nine years ago. He turned the agreement papers to the signing section to find that Viola had already signed her part with flourish. The confidence in her signature reassured him.

    Viola was happy with her new boyfriend of three years.

    Dante could not blame Viola for finally making a stand with him. It was his fault they were no longer together. Dante spent too much time at digs around the world, teaching, or staying at his family home in Turkey, to give Viola the stability of family she needed.

    Tired of Dante’s constant absence after April’s birth, Viola bought this house in the quiet suburbs of Kirtland, Ohio. She was a qualified Registered Nurse, so she found a job working in a nearby hospital, and created the stability their children needed without Dante.

    Their first co-parenting agreement was simple.

    Dante had the right to visit as he wished to see Zach and April. Their old agreement also included vague guidelines in terms of financial support. Dante simply made sure Viola received a part of his income for the children’s upkeep, and if she needed money for an emergency, he sent it.

    Now, Viola was thinking of the children’s future, as well as her own.

    Dante assumed Viola’s relationship with her current boyfriend was getting serious. She had asked Dante to visit so they could finalize a more formal co-parenting agreement. An agreement dealing with his scarce visits included a more comprehensive financial support plan.

    Glad he was more financially secure after nine years of hard work, Dante gave his lawyers access to the two irrevocable trust funds he created for Zach and April when he first started working. The trusts would help fund the children’s college education. His children were secure financially, but he could never boast of being a great father.

    As far as he could see, Viola’s current boyfriend was doing a better job with Zach and April than him.

    Dante picked up a pen and signed his part in the new agreement.

    With the new agreement, Dante would no longer have a right to walk into this house at will. He would need to call Viola and ask her to arrange a meeting with Zach and April. They were thirteen and ten, respectively, this year. When they each turned eighteen, they would have the choice to decide if they wanted to visit him at his family home.

    Taking in a deep breath, Dante sat back in his chair, staring at the now complete agreement. This process should have bothered him, but he felt nothing. This lack of reaction was probably why Viola kicked him out of her life.

    The signed co-parenting agreement was a perfect ending to a chapter he started without much thought or feeling. Shaking his head, he closed the folder and stood.

    It was time to move on from this disastrous decision.

    The mystery of the powerful entity on the sycamore tree needed resolving. This was not the first time he felt the powerful aura seeping into his personal space. It appeared three times before, once at the airport, once near his apartment in Istanbul and at the Elderwood Conservancy, which meant whatever it was, it had followed him to Viola’s house. There was also the mysterious warning from the family grimoire. Dante wondered if the powerful aura had something to do with the warning.

    He could only follow the matter when he was home.

    Upstairs, Dante entered Zach’s room, his steps very quiet, and stood watching his son sleep for a moment. The boy had taken many of Viola’s features. There was not much of him on Zachary. Dante stepped forward and brushed a lock of hair away from Zach’s forehead. He pressed a kiss on smooth skin. Zach slept on, undisturbed.

    Strange, but his children remained untouched by his bloodline’s gifts.

    Dante knew they needed a warm, secure home, instead of entering his paranormal world at Artri House on the Island of Aretias, off the Turkish Coast.

    “Zarardan korumak,” Dante murmured, a sliver of white dust falling from his fingers onto Zach’s chest, absorbing into his skin.

    The protection spell would keep Zack from danger and ill intentions. It would also alert Dante if the boy were ever in real danger.

    “I hope you understand me when you’re older,” Dante murmured into Zach’s ear, brushing his lips on the boy’s light hair.

    Pulling the covers higher on Zach’s shoulders, Dante got up and left the boy’s room in silence.

    He entered April’s room; he bit back a sigh when he heard her sharp intake of air. She was awake, lying still, pretending to be asleep. His daughter always saw and heard too much. A small lamp on her left bedside table was the only source of light.

    Dante approached the bed and perched on the right side, arranging the messy covers around her. Her mink-black hair matched his. She was on a quest to grow it long. She tried her best to escape trimming but Viola was a persistent woman. At the start of summer, Viola got April into a salon that chopped her tresses to her shoulders.

    April cried for a week at the loss.

    Dante touched the beautiful, neat shoulder-length dark hair.

    “April, you’re a beautiful girl,” Dante said, his voice low to keep from waking Viola and Zach. “Don’t ever doubt it. Your mamma loves you more than anything else in the world. She tries her hardest to make sure you look and have the best. She only wants you happy. Don’t be hard on her. I’m sorry for not being the father you need.”

    April remained under the covers, not moving or reacting to his words.

    Dante stroked her hair and murmured his protection spell, adding on a little bit of magic to let her hair grow faster, even when it was trimmed. He moved his hand away and April pushed back the covers, turning to him with panic in her eyes.

    “Dad,” April said, her voice shaking, her eyes filled with tears.

    Dante smiled at her.

    “Why are you awake at this hour?” he asked, pressing his palm to her soft cheek.

    Dante brushed away a tear with his thumb and looked into brown eyes that matched his own. April took most after him. She gave him no doubt that she was his daughter. It was sad she had not inherited his gifts. Then again, in the distant future, April would one day get a child. Her child may inherit his gifts.

    Dante would need to make sure his mother prepared for such a happening, just as his grandfather did for him.

    “You’re leaving us,” April said.

    Dante stared at her for a moment and then nodded.

    “I have to return to my home.”

    “Why?” April asked. “Can’t you take us with you?”

    “I can’t,” Dante said. “School will start soon, and your mamma needs you here.”

    “Why can’t you stay?” April asked. “Dad, why do you have to leave us? Why can’t you stay with mamma? What if we never see you again?”

    Dante bit his bottom lip wondering how to answer her questions without hurting her.

    “I can’t stay because I’m not the right partner for your mamma,” Dante said. “She’s found someone who is good to her, and to you and Zach. I can promise to visit you in the summer or during the holidays. You will see me again, April.”

    “Can we visit you?” April asked, her gaze hopeful.

    “Yes, when your mother allows it,” Dante said with a nod. “You are welcome in my home, April.”

    April studied him with bright brown eyes, a frown creasing her forehead, so he held her gaze until she relaxed in her bed.

    “Can I call you?” April asked.

    “Yes, as often as you want,” Dante said. “If I don’t answer, I’ll call you back. Okay?”

    April gave him a quick smile.

    “Make sure you send me postcards. Zach doesn’t care about those, but I want some. I like collecting them.”

    Dante nodded.

    “Alright, I promise to send postcards.”

    April reached for his hand and held it tight.

    “Can you stay until I fall asleep again?” she asked, this time her voice small, uncertain.

    Dante leaned in to kiss her forehead. He arranged the covers around her shoulders with his free hand.

    “I’ll sing you a song,” Dante said, and she smiled.

    April held onto his hand as he hummed an old lullaby taught to him by his grandmother. The words forgotten, but the tune remained. April closed her eyes, and as Dante watched, she slipped into a deep sleep. She would wake up in the morning refreshed and ready to start another day.

    Dante caressed her cheek, added to his protective spell, and let go of her hand.

    Dante stepped out of April’s room and hurried to his own. His suitcase was already packed. He took a shower and dressed for his trip home. At five-thirty in the morning, he went downstairs. He found Viola making coffee in the kitchen. She was dressed in blue scrubs, ready for her shift at the hospital.

    “Thank you,” Viola said, handing him a mug of coffee. “For signing the agreement without fuss, and the trusts for the kids.”

    Dante sipped the coffee once and held on to the mug.

    Viola liked making coffee, but she never realized he hated the drink. He preferred brewed tea.

    “Are you heading to Istanbul?” Viola asked.

    “Hm,” Dante said, placing the mug on the sink counter.

    He went to the fridge and found a bottle of water. Cracking the seal, he drank half the water, as he watched Viola pack up lunch for the kids. She stole glances at him through the process.

    Dante leaned on the counter next to the refrigerator and searched for what to say to her.

    “I’m not mad at you anymore,” Viola said, saving him from starting a conversation. She zipped up the second lunch box and placed both on the kitchen table. “There was a time I looked at you and I wanted to scream at you, but that feeling is gone. You’re quite frustrating, Dante.”

    “I’m sorry,” Dante said, capping the bottle of water. He stared at the white tiles on the floor, and then at his neat brown loafers.

    The one person he had wronged in this world was Viola. There was a time his relationship with her was too strained at best. At its worst, they could not stand in the same compound, no matter how many hectares one added. His fault, Dante acknowledged with an open heart.

    He met Viola during his rebellion period. They were both at university in New York. He was twenty-two, working on his master’s degree in archeology, and training under an unforgiving Arturo Grandmaster’s guidance. He met Viola on a trip to Italy, to see the ancient buildings and excavations. She was twenty-one, wild and happy.

    Viola talked with passion in every pore. Dante chose to sink into her zest for life, for a time, in order to cope with the pressures of his life. He allowed Viola to fall in love with him while he felt nothing for her. He let her live the dream of becoming his wife. A dream he knew he could never fulfill for her.

    Viola was beautiful, passionate, and driven, yet she did not move his heart. She could not touch his heart, no matter how many times she professed her love. For some reason, his heart remained frozen cold, untouched. He could not explain it any other way.

    They tried to stay together after Zachary was born, renting an apartment in New York together. They lived in that two-bedroom apartment until April was born. Dante was rarely home for Viola and the children. He went off on digs on a quest he dared not explain to Viola.

    Soon, the great collapse of the illusion he wove for Viola began. Viola’s tolerance of him ended, and the hollow love holding their unregistered family together dissipated, and vanished. Viola moved out of New York. Dante moved back to the family home in Turkey.

    His betrayal broke Viola and she would not forgive him for a long time. He once offered to take their children, but she slapped him for the suggestion, insisting on taking care of her children on her own.

    “Sorry does not fix anything,” Viola said in answer to his apology, her voice steady and strong. “You’ve said sorry to me more times than I care to count. We’re finally in a place we can have a conversation. Don’t ruin the balance by repeating a useless phrase. Dante, I don’t know what makes your heart so cold. My children and I could not warm it, no matter how much we tried. I hope you find something to break the ice in you open. Maybe it will turn you into a decent man.”

    “You think I’m not decent?” Dante asked, lifting his head to look at Viola.

    She stood in the middle of the kitchen. Her hands were at her waist, staring at him with pity in her eyes. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was held in a tight ponytail. A mask rested at her neck, a habit born of having to wear a mask constantly these past two years, and her job making it mandatory.

    Viola sighed and shook her head.

    “It’s shocking but after all these years of knowing you, I feel like I don’t know much about you, Dante. You’re no father, not a husband, or even a lover. You don’t fit words like decent, kind, understanding, or even loving. I sincerely cannot use these words to describe you.”

    Dante absorbed her tirade, already used to the bursts of frustration from Viola. It seemed he made her feel angry on sight.

    “What words would you use for me?” Dante asked, curious.

    “One word, Dante. Cold,” Viola said without hesitation. “You are locked away behind a cold wall where no one can reach you. Not even my sweet April is able to break in. It’s a tragedy. I’m sorry we could not save you.”

    Dante nodded and dumped his half-drunk bottle into the trashcan under the chopping counter. He straightened up and adjusted his blue suit jacket, buttoning it over his white dress shirt.

    “If I stand here longer, we’ll descend to insults. We’ve said all we can say to each other,” Dante said. “You have my numbers and those of my lawyers. If you need anything, call or message me. I’ll leave you to your warm house. April mentioned wanting to visit me at Artri House. If she ever asks, give her permission, Viola.”

    “Will your mother mistreat her the way she did me when I met her in New York?” Viola asked. “Like an outsider who does not belong.”

    “April is my daughter,” Dante said. “She will always belong to Artri House. Give her permission when she’s ready to visit. My mother will welcome her with open arms.”

    Viola stared at him in shock.

    Dante gave her a farewell nod, then turned and left the kitchen. He got his luggage from where he left it by the stairs. Giving the second floor where his children slept, one last glance, he turned and left a house he no longer had the right to visit at will. He got into his rented car and drove to the airport eager to return home.

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 2-2

    A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 2-2

    Now, in the mid-year of twenty twenty-one, Tani could no longer boast like a fledgling. His heart was already torn to pieces, numbed and stabbed by his beloved’s consistent choice. A choice, which never included him.

    Tani could no longer boast to Cale, who watched his defeat materialize with each century past.

    The family living in the two-story house meant his beloved had, once again, chosen another soul instead of him. At the end of his thousand years in this mortal world, he now knew how silly he must have looked to his father hundreds of years ago. Love was not enough to make a life together, nor was it enough to convince his beloved to choose him.

    Tani had lost, thoroughly.

    His sentence awaited him back home in the Ekho Realm.

    It was time to give up on the mortal realm.

    At what point did love turn to hate? And, why did his heart never hate his beloved?

    “You are facing the last chance in your thousand-year calamity, Tani,” Cale said, his voice low, free of contempt and teasing. “I know you’re weary. I would be too after all the years you’ve pursued him. Your beloved mortal is thirty-five years old. I’m surprised you waited so long to find him.”

    Tani shrugged. The reason he waited…or hesitated to find his beloved was that he was tired. No longer confident in his love and his choice to bind his heart to the mortal.

    He just wanted the trial to end.

    Tani took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. The warm night air made him wish for the cold of winter. At least then, the weather suited his mood.

    “What happens if I decide not to meet him?” Tani asked.

    “Nothing. Live out the century until its end,” Cale said, his tone matter of fact. “Your beloved will die in his chosen life. You will have no right to enter the human realm ever again. A fact, which hurts you because I know the life you’ve built in this realm. The punishment of not returning here will devastate you. Are you willing to ignore that you need him desperately?”

    Tani closed his eyes. Sorrow filled him, and Cale sighed with pleasure next to him. It was expected. At this point, Cale would be his only companion in the years to come. There was no need to push him away.

    The thought of never seeing his beloved’s face again filled him with acute sadness.

    In a cruel twist of fate, his many centuries in the human realm managed to give him a community of souls he did not want to forget or leave behind. He had created a home he cared for, a world he nurtured. All of it lost to him if he could not get his beloved to choose him.

    “Your pain is the best kind,” Cale said, stretching his arms over his head with a pleased smile. “Fine, delicious pain, old and refined, it’s like nothing I’ve ever fed on. It’s hard to give up. I ask you, Tani. If you don’t complete your part of this trial this time, the past nine hundred years will have been a waste. Is this the outcome you hoped for?”

    Tani opened his eyes to stare at the two-story house.

    A light turned on downstairs, the picture windows showing off a neat open kitchen. A tall man walked deeper into the room, sending Tani’s heartbeat racing in his chest. His eyes feasted on the toned body dressed in a plain white t-shirt and old pajama bottoms. The urge to cross the backyard to the kitchen windows was strong. Tani ground his teeth and reminded his stupid heart that the man in the kitchen had already made the choice of love before they met.

    Unable to look anymore, Tani started to turn away, but Cale’s next words stopped him.

    “He dies in a year, you know,” Cale said.

    “What do you mean?” Tani asked, looking at Cale in shock.

    “You always ran away after he made the choice to marry and live with his mortal mate,” Cale said. “You hide in the conservancy network you have built. Waiting for the next century, hoping he chooses you the next time. In the last cycle you got very close, so it broke you harder when he chose the woman, Violet. You never bothered to discover how long they stayed happy.”

    “He has chosen her again this time,” Tani said, hating the anger coloring his voice. It was never easy to watch the man he loved with someone else. “She is the opposite of everything I stand for. She gives him children, a legacy, then and now. What is the point of interfering? Death is part of mortal life, Cale. I might not come to look for him before he dies, but I do make sure the children he leaves behind are looked after, as he once asked of me. They lack for nothing.”

    “Yes, you take care of the descendants. It’s admirable,” Cale said. “However, you have never known why he dies. You have refused to notice that it is a common occurrence. Never once changing in the past nine centuries. In every reincarnation, he has never lived beyond thirty-six. I never understood why and wondered if you noticed. Then again, you used to rush to meet him early, and by twenty-five, he rejects you so thoroughly you run off. Within five years, he makes his choice and while living his chosen life, you leave to nurse a broken heart. Each time he lives with this woman, he only makes it to thirty-six years old. The century ends and the reincarnation restarts.”

    Tani’s gaze returned to the man drinking water from a glass in the kitchen.

    “Why did you never mention it?” Tani asked.

    “You never want to know what becomes of him after he leaves you,” Cale said. “Tani, you’re as petty as your fox mother. She has refused to see your father until this day. You both take rejection too personally. Perhaps, the reason why your beloved never chooses you is that you abandon him too.”

    “That’s not fair,” Tani said, shaking his head.

    “What if his soul disappears after this century?” Cale asked. “What if your calamity has given him the chance to reincarnate when his soul wishes to move on to something else?”

    “Don’t joke around,” Tani said.

    “I’m not,” Cale said. “I’m pointing out a variable you have refused to notice. He is mortal. I can’t interfere with the rules of his world, his choices. Maybe you rushed it before and missed a crucial clue. Approach him, Tani. He might surprise you and choose you this time. He is an archeologist. His work tells me he looks for you in his own way. I think he will make an interesting encounter. There’s something about him…”

    “You are trying to get me to meet him,” Tani scowled. “Cale, he has chosen Violet in this life. Her name might be different now, but I recognize her from earlier centuries. They have two children. The choice is done. There is no hope for us.”

    “Perhaps,” Cale said, then gave Tani a startling smile. “Perhaps not. You have a year to meet him and discover why he dies at thirty-six.”

    Tani started to respond, but Cale chose to disappear as fast as he appeared earlier. Tani returned his attention to the man in the kitchen.

    His beloved stood tall, always filled with confidence. Tani knew if he got closer, he would look into piercing, expressive brown eyes that saw into his soul. Best of all, his fox eyes loved the gold mist aura surrounding him. If Tani got closer, the scent of jasmine coming off the mist would fill his nostrils. Intoxicating, it called to him, forcing him to reach for his beloved with his entire heart.

    With each century gone, it had become harder to exist without the scent of jasmine or seeing the gold mist surrounding his beloved. Tani always felt ripped apart when his beloved walked away from him. It took everything to feel complete again.

    Tani sighed and pulled his hands out of his pocket. He started to teleport and leave, but then he paused when the kitchen door opened.

    His beloved came out, his gaze intent on the tall tree where Tani stood.

    “What are you?”

    The question startled Tani.

    Tani froze on the thick tree branch, staring at the man watching him. He did not speak, afraid he was misreading the situation. There was no way the mortal could see him. Tani was using an illusion to hide his presence on the tree.

    “You follow me. I can’t see you, but I can feel you. I felt you in Istanbul at the airport. This is the third time this month. You’re strong, whatever you are.” His beloved spoke in a cajoling tone. “Why do you watch me?”

    Tani held still, afraid if he moved his beloved would see him, discover him.

    Then, he scoffed at the thought. Silly, you can always leave without him noticing. He started to complete his teleport.

    “Kendini göste,” his beloved said.

    A large wave of heat rushed toward the tree. Shocked by the intense power, Tani stopped his exit. Years of devotion to conserving forests had him bringing his right hand up to absorb the damaging wave of heat. The impact of the heat spell was damaging, the fire singed his palm and coat sleeve. It took Tani considerable effort to reverse the damage. The effort he could not waste on healing his palm, so he got burned.

    His beloved’s spell was simple enough. It held an order for Tani to reveal his true form or die, a warning. The force behind the order, hot enough to singe Tani’s palm, spoke of power: Bloodborn warlock power.

    Tani stared at his beloved, who still stood in the garden studying the untouched tree, in surprise. Shock filled Tani because he could never have imagined his beloved would be Ekho-blessed.

    When had a Bloodborn warlock joined his beloved’s bloodline?

    It looked like Cale had a point, for once.

    Tani had missed something.

    “This is new,” Tani murmured, looking at his stinging red palm.

    “I’m sure I’ve hurt you…somewhere. If you want your burn healed, come down here,” his beloved said with a satisfied chuckle.

    “How dare you,” Tani said, then turned and returned to his domain without giving his beloved the satisfaction.

    Tani needed to meet his uncle before he met Dante Arturo face-to-face. He needed to understand how his beloved would end up a bloodborne warlock.

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 2-1

    A Thousand Years of Hope Ch 2-1

    It was a warm midsummer night. Scents of roses and jasmine in bloom warred in the small vibrant flower garden. Crickets sang in the night, and the sound of water flowing in the brook at the edge of the property added to the music. Standing on the tallest tree, Tani Ryuzo watched a two-story house built in the middle of the property, a complicated mood settling on him.

    He supposed the house represented the perfect American dream: a husband, wife, two children, and a white picket fence in the front yard. The woman worked at the local hospital as a nurse. A school bus picked up the two children every morning and took them to school. She hosted sleepover parties for the children on the street often. It was the perfect life in the small suburban city of Kirtland, Ohio.

    Tani scoffed and wondered what he should do now.

    A breeze ruffled the leaves around him, Tani reached up to touch the branch caressing his cheek to offer him comfort. His feelings for the occupants of the house left him with a bitter taste in his mouth. The bitter taste was tied to nine devastating choices in nine centuries. There was no hope left. The branch slid away and he sighed.

    Tani wondered why he would feel disappointed at this point.

    His beloved had truly gone ahead of himself. In their very last chance, the man had gone ahead and decided to make a family before they even met.

    Tani should not feel disappointed or betrayed.

    After all, in the last nine reincarnations, this tenacious soul always chose the perfect family over him.

    Still…

    Tani had hoped this last one would choose him. He gave an internal scoff. Foolish thinking. It was impossible now. The family was made. Commitments and promises forged. Tani could no longer interfere for the sake of the little ones. He was no family breaker.

    “Quite a beautiful home, isn’t it?” a soft voice commented behind him. “One might believe this two-story house represents a happy home.”

    “You come to take pleasure in watching the end of my calamity,” Tani said, pushing his long dark coat back. He sunk his hands into his dark trouser pockets and kept his gaze on the two-story house.

    “Don’t sound so unhappy. I find the ends quite depressing. I know you don’t believe me when I say it. Tani, don’t you think it is a tragedy to see such a perfect family come to an end?”

    “I wonder if you understand what tragedy means, Cale. In your perspective, tragedy is a word you say, but do not know what it truly means. They are a happy family. No end is coming to them. I have made my decision. I will not meet him this cycle.”

    Cale solidified next to Tani, wrapping an arm around Tani’s tense shoulders.

    Tani stayed still, refusing to show any reaction to Cale’s presence. Fear fed Cale. Made him stronger, and more callous. Cale sniffed Tani’s neck, touching his left ear with a finger, his fingers then sweeping into Tani’s red-brown hair. The long fingers tugged on curly strands, and Tani closed his eyes, working to control his irritation.

    Cale leaned into him and whispered into his left ear.

    “Sweet Tani, I’m so grateful for you. Your pain has fed me for centuries. The last cycle you had with the mortal left you lost in a sea of pain for a hundred years. I wonder how long this cycle will take. Or…wait—”

    Cale broke off and shifted away, dropping his arm from Tani’s shoulders. He made a show of counting on his fingers and then widened his dark, dark eyes. Tani dragged his gaze away from the quiet house to look at Cale. He shuddered when Cale smiled, the sinister curve of Cale’s lips sent shivers down Tani’s spine.

    Cale was painfully handsome. His face was designed to seduce and fool unsuspecting souls into believing he was a benevolent god. The god of calamities adapted to time better than his peers. He was always dressed in neat tailor-made suits and shirts. Tonight, he was in a grey suit and a white shirt open at the collar. He looked like a gentleman but was a man who controlled and thrived in the chaos of darkness, pain, tragedy, and what all souls called calamities.

    Cale was the most sinister of gods from the hidden world known only as the Ekho.

    “You look at me with such accusing eyes, little fox,” Cale said, with a shrug. “You’re still young, Tani Ryuzo. compared to my millenniums in these realms, your three thousand and one hundred years are a drop in the ocean. You know so little.”

    “Thanks to the thousand years of calamity you bestowed upon me I have aged to ancient status, Cale,” Tani said, looking away from unsettling black eyes.

    His heart always felt frozen when he looked into Cale’s dark eyes.

    Although, there were times he needed Cale’s dark eyes to numb his heart.

    “You know nothing about me.”

    “On the contrary,” Cale said, his tone filled with amusement. “I know pain molds a soul. Your pain has molded your soul, and his, and the journey you have both walked has kept me quite entertained. Your pain has changed you, as it has him. You are living your last century of calamity, Tani Ryuzo. If he makes the same choice he made the last nine, your place in this mortal realm shall cease to exist. Your fate will be tied to the Ekho Realm and you shall never return to the human realm.”

    “It makes you happy to repeat the sentence my father’s peers gave me for loving a mortal,” Tani noted.

    “It does,” Cale said with a smile. “The eternal sadness you feel will allow me to remain in our Ekho Realm with no need to reap calamities in this realm. I hope you fail the mission the Septum gave you.”

    Tani took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. There was no need to get angry with Cale. It only made Cale happy.

    Tani could not cry either. The tears were long gone. There was nothing left inside him.

    It was true that Cale was not the only one waiting to watch him fail.

    Tani was a visitor in the human realm, just like Cale.

    Tani was a deviant Ekho, born of a fox clan mother and an immortal clan father. He was considered deviant because he dared to fall in love with a mortal a thousand years ago. In the eleventh century, he fell in love with a handsome mortal soul, and with careless delight, bound his soul to the mortal to the mortification of his entire race.

    Mortal lives remained fleeting. An Ekho’s life was too long. The Ekho Realm forbade bound love between an Ekho and a mortal. Tani broke the taboo when he bound his soul to the mortal man he loved.

    In a bid to return him to the Ekho Realm, Tani’s father, and the council named the Septum—which governed Ekho—dragged him home for a trial. The Septum did their best to get him to unbind his soul from the mortal man.

    Loyal to his beloved, Tani refused to yield his love, and instead begged the Septum for a fair judgment. His lineage saved him. The Septum ruled that he, Tani Ryuzo, would live under a one-thousand-year calamity monitored in person by Cale, the god of calamities.

    Tani would stay in the mortal realm, and live life among the mortals. His beloved would live a life of reincarnation through the one thousand years. His soul returned through the centuries in different families.

    The only way to escape the calamity was if Tani’s beloved mortal chose to bind his soul to Tani. His beloved’s choice would prove Tani’s love true, and lift the weight of his one-thousand-year calamity, restoring Tani’s freedom.

    At the start of his thousand-year calamity trial, Tani boasted with confidence to his father’s Septum that he would win his mortal’s love within the first century. He begged for a second reward. The right to be allowed to love the mortal bound to him unstopped by his people, or any other soul, including Cale, for the rest of his life.

    The Septum agreed but added to his punishment should he fail. If Tani failed to gain the mortal’s unconditional love, he was to give up the right to visit the human realm forever.

    At the start, Tani was sure he could convince the mortal man bound to his soul to choose him, to love him, to make a life with him. He never once remembered to account for his beloved’s free will.

    Nine hundred years later, each century past, a different yet similar reincarnation of his beloved stumbled onto Tani’s path. Each time, each one made a choice to love, but never with Tani. Never.

    Tani watched his beloved choose to bind himself to another mortal soul, another woman, or man in some centuries.

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  • A Thousand Years of Hope

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    Title: A Thousand Years of Hope
    Status: Complete
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    Category: Fantasy
    Tags: MMRomanceFantasy, Warlock, Ekho, MMromance, Modern Times, Paranormal
    Description:
    Dante Arturo is a bloodborne warlock, his power born of fire.  He has one problem.  He has never fallen in love and has decided he does not have the luck to fall in love.  Until he meets Tani Ryuzo.  A powerful being who makes him wish for a thousand years of love.  But Tani is ready to give up on love, after all, he has waited a thousand years for his beloved and only gotten betrayal in return.

    Please note: This is fantasy fiction, and is in the mmromance genre. A boy meets boy world.

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