Tales of the Divine (BWWM)
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  • Votes 405
  • Parts 10
  • Time 43m
Ongoing, First published Jul 16, 2018
Mature
Death is a natural occurrence that happens to everyone, you can't escape it. I know that's horrible to say, but it's the truth. You cannot escape death. You cannot kill death. You can only surrender. I guess Reapers aren't immortal after all... 

[WARNING] 
There is going to be some curse words if you don't like that, then don't read and put irrational comments. Thank you. ;* 
Also this is a interracial relationship book meaning a black women and white man dating, a Brazilian women and black man dating, and a white women and black man dating. The list could go on. If you do not like that then please don't read the book and don't put rude fucking comments about interracial dating. Thank you ! :) also, I'll be mentioning God in here a few times and if you don't believe in God. Please keep that to yourself. Ok I'm not forcing you to believe him so don't try to force me to not believe him also, because it won't work honey.

SEQUEL TO DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES!!
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