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The angel of grief (BL)

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Leia o romance The angel of grief (BL) escrito pelo autor Neuvillette publicado no WebNovel. An 20 year old boy in "Angel academy college" located at a heavenly place called "Takamagahara"..how did he get there exactly? it was all suppose to be of the angels controlling him. wherever he went....

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An 20 year old boy in "Angel academy college" located at a heavenly place called "Takamagahara".. how did he get there exactly? it was all suppose to be of the angels controlling him. wherever he went. without no privacy whatsoever. and the boy included was named..."Ryōichi Chikafuji" Ryoichi Chikafuji was known for hes well-built athletic body. he's beautiful over-grown black hair that was slightly wavy and curly. cat-shaped eyes that represented the dark blue moon...obviously ryoichi was a ladys type..or is it the opposite..? (First chapter coming out soon. "The little boy awakening ☆")

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Bee….beep…..bee….. The ECG is juddering up and down as it computes the heartbeat of a boy who has been lying lifelessly in the hospital's bed. The nurse in attendance came to check on him and there is nothing unusual she found. After changing his hospital attire to that of freshly prepared clothes. She began to wipe his face with a wet towel. Every time it's amusing how she ended up blushing just admiring his face a little. Tangling her fingers in his red variant hairs she rugged them sideways as combing the rest. It never feels exhausting to take care of him for her but a thought of deprivation also stuck in her mind and she whispers in belief that this boy may squeeze his eyes before widening them up. "Wake up champ. You are wasting your time snorting. The world has a lot for you to see." But with no sign of facial wrinkles his face remains calm and hard as a feather and stone respectively. Dragging out the wagon of expertise from the room she closed the door behind her back Unusual to that of normal times when she does not push it off until taking a last look at the patient's surroundings from a far. Without looking back she stopped her feet in forward and unexpectedly halted the next moment like she forgot something with a guilty comprehension. She recalled not closing the window. "Argh…, " She sighs in rebuke. "Leave it anyway, it's not gonna wake him up just because it's a little cold." Saying so, she rushed to the next room as there was a pile of new work waiting for her to attend as a nurse. " Where Am I?" The glass window is closed but the patient is up. He rekon his body up and lower his feet. Partially feeling the touch by himself he understands that it's cold. However he likes this coldness to feel for a while. He twitches his lashes as it's hard to see things. After a diminished experience he is able to see the magnified image of his shadow. This series will be continued in Trump:The victory novel. I am a bit introvert writer. just here to say I am gonna update it soon so read it if you find interesting. ok? You can also support me on…. https://www.instagram.com/mint_malimilkin12900/ And https://www.paypal.me/HarshKumar629

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