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  1. https://the-gay-fiction-library.site123.me A small site with a few free ebooks to download.
  2. The ladder creaked and little clouds of dust followed behind the boy as he climbed down through the trap. "What are you doing up there, Sacha?" He stopped and turned to see his grandfather standing at the foot of the ladder. Michail Ivanov reached up with a wrinkled old hand and took a firm grip. "You should be careful. Everything is old and falling apart in this house." The boy continued his descent carrying a box in one hand, holding the rangs of the ladder with the other. Michail watched, he smiled to himself, knowing no matter what he said his grandson would likely not
  3. Chapter Eleven. “I spoke with Alain.” John was in the kitchen, hovering, as Marie worked. “Don’t get in my way please,” she said, sliding past him to get the eggs from the fridge. “Sorry, I can see you're busy.” “There’s a lot to prepare. I want to make it a good birthday.” “I should go and help with the decorations.” He turned to leave. “What did he say?” She stopped in the middle of the kitchen. John looked around, as if he wanted to be certain they were alone. “Well. He would like Mariane to see a specialist. She needs a full diagnosis and a tr
  4. Chapter Ten. Milo was up early and thought there would be no one else about yet, but he was wrong. His mother was sitting alone at the table on the veranda. He watched her a moment as she drank her coffee. “Milo,” she said, turning her head. “Would you like some coffee?” She must have that sixth sense that mothers have, because he hadn’t made any noise and was standing motionless behind her. “Morning, maman.” He moved to sit next to her. “And yes, thank you.” She smiled and poured him a cup. The table was laid ready for breakfast, but he noticed only seven place
  5. Chapter Nine. On the inside of the book cover was written "George." Estevo stared at the name, he felt betrayed. He never expected his mother would lie, not to him, and she had. They were very close. He loved his dad, but when Albert had left, there were just the two of them. It was a battle which they had been losing until Milo’s father intervened. He sat on the back step looking at the pile of gorse bush remains, weeds, and other vegetation he’d been cutting down, pulling out of the ground and raking into one huge pile. All afternoon he’d worked with a fury that didn’t seem
  6. Chapter Eight. Next Sunday would be Milo’s birthday and Estevo wanted to get him something. A party was planned and he was invited. He felt almost like a part of the family now. It was difficult to think of something suitable that he could give and he had no way to go shopping in town, unless he borrowed the bicycle. Then there was the question of money. He had given all his earnings to his mother to pay the rent. He studied the mess at the back of the house where once a fine garden used to be. The sunlight was just rising over the house. It was better to get up early before t
  7. Chapter Seven. “I talked to Morris,” John told Marie. The sun had disappeared behind the house, a fire of red and orange filling the sky before fading with the promise of another hot day to come. Although the temperature must have fallen, it seemed hardly a noticeable change. It would be another very warm night. “How is she then?” “Your sister's mood swings are violent. He's finding things difficult. What he actually said is that one minute everything's fine, then she might get angry. With no apparent reason. She started to accuse him of abandoning her and the kids.”
  8. The chapters publish daily. You can get the ebook here: https://the-gay-fiction-library.site123.me/milo-ebook It's free, no email or registration required. If you like the book you can let me know at talo.segura.x@gmail.com
  9. Chapter Six. “You’ve been more than a help,” Estevo's mother told John. “I only wish we could do more.” He said, looking her. She was an attractive woman, some years younger than himself. He could not imagine how his father-in-law could have done what he did, then keep it a secret for so long. It was the kind of thing which could destroy a family. When they had discovered the secret, he had felt compelled to find her and somehow attempt to make recompense for the wrong. Marie had said that it was not something that fell properly on his shoulders, it was her family, h
  10. Chapter Five. “What do you make of Estevo?” John and Marie were the only two left on the veranda. John was relaxing in one of the two comfy wicker chairs. His wife was in the other one, swallowed up by the soft cushions. They each had a glass of wine. Marie placed hers on the little table between them. Reaching out, she took hold of her husband's hand. “He seems to be a nice young man.” She sank back further into the cushions, listening to the sound of the crickets and looking up into the night sky. The celestial curtain wrapped them in its splendid canopy of shining
  11. Chapter Four. “You like him?” Milo asked Corinth, which immediately grabbed her sister’s attention. “You’re talking about Estevo?” Amelie leaned across the table, reaching for the potatoes. “Who else?” Milo pushed the bowl to her. “Where is he anyway?” She served herself. Even in the shade underneath the veranda, it was hot. Nothing moved, the air was completely still, not even the hint of a breeze. Milo could feel his damp hair sticking to his forehead. “He’s gone to get some paint,” Corinth announced. Then she took her serving from the large glass bowl. S
  12. Chapter Three. “What in God’s name do you think you’re doing?” Mariane almost spat the words in his face. “Nothing. I don’t know why you’re reacting like this.” Morris was staying calm. “Why I’m reacting?” “Yes, why you are upset about nothing.” “That’s rich. Upset about nothing." She was angry. "Do you really think I don’t know what’s going on?” “Nothing is going on.” The voices rumbled down the hallway like thunder. Corinth could hear the argument from her room. It wasn’t the first time her parents had been angry with each other, but this sounded wor
  13. Chapter Two. He never slept late, the light creeping around the faded curtains was a natural reveille. The windows were fragile; that was his mother’s term, you could open them with extreme caution. The correct term would be rotted, and the shutters were permanently fixed to the walls, they most definitely would fall apart if you ever tried closing them. Probably collapse on someone’s head as they stepped off the veranda, Milo’s bedroom was just above where the veranda roof finished. That was one reason why he always woke early, it faced east. The sunlight made a we
  14. Chapter One. The trees cast dappled shadows in long streaks, striping the ground and breaking up the sunshine, a stark contrast to the clear, pale blue sky. A hint of damp lent a chill freshness to the early morning air, which promised to disappear with the heat of the day. Milo pushed the hammock and watched it swing sluggishly back and forth. Devoid of life. Left abandoned as if grieving its own emptiness. How would he survive the entire summer, alone, waiting, like the hammock? No one else was awake; he was by himself. The only sounds were those imbued by nature. The tap, t
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