Bruised and Broken
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  • Parts 34
  • Time 2h 6m
  • Reads 7,511
  • Votes 243
  • Parts 34
  • Time 2h 6m
Ongoing, First published Aug 09, 2017
A mysterious man has always held a grudge against Yuri and Yuuri.But this time his anger of the fact that Yuuri and Viktor were getting married and Yuri and Otabek were dating officially now tugged at the fire a little too much.Hate and Rage filled him and he was beyond his braking point.On the other side Yuuri and Yuri had found their true love.But hear my Warning...Always watch your back.....
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Otayuri (fluff) The boy with the golden hair. cover

Kisses in Springtime

21 parts Complete Mature

The first omega was tall, a few inches shy of Viktor's own impressive height and breathtakingly beautiful. His messy black hair caressed the edges of his high, delicate cheekbones that tapered into a soft jawline with dark pink lips, full and curved with a seductive cupid's bow. But it was his eyes that threatened to take the very air from Viktor's lungs. The tall omega glanced over at the guests, his eyes meeting Viktor's for a moment. It was quick and brief, a passing glance but it was those eyes that almost seemed to pin Viktor to the spot. A rich honey brown, piercing; those were not the submissive, soft eyes of a normal omega. No omega would willingly meet an alpha's gaze with so much defiance and fire. The second omega was more petite, soft and lithe. His blond hair trailing delicately along his exposed shoulders highlighting the curve of his neck despite a heavy iron collar. He met Otabek's gaze then and there they lingered. The moment those emerald green eyes met his, the Kazakh felt as if he'd been punched in the stomach. Those were no gentle, delicate omega eyes. They were hot with anger and steel, unyielding and unforgiving. ~*~ A wild love story between a yakuza and a bratva