{"id":260001,"date":"2026-07-13T17:23:18","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:23:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fall-fairs-fair-book-2-aj-merlin\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:23:18","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:23:18","slug":"fall-fairs-fair-book-2-aj-merlin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fall-fairs-fair-book-2-aj-merlin\/","title":{"rendered":"Fall Fairs Fair Book 2 – AJ Merlin"},"content":{"rendered":"
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It makes my escape harder, and I have to feel out any obstacles in my path when I set my feet down, instead of relying on my vision. Footsteps approaching again have my heart racing, though this time I work to not freak out. Slowly, I move to press myself against a tree, wishing I had the skill to actually climb into the branches without falling and breaking my neck.<\/p>\n

With my heart beating so hard I\u2019m sure the whole forest can hear, I listen to the footsteps getting closer and closer, though they aren\u2019t accompanied by voices. When I\u2019m sure they\u2019re coming from the other side of the tree than the one I\u2019m standing against, I gain the courage to peek around the trunk, scanning the patches of moonlight for any sign of movement.<\/p>\n

Sure enough, it doesn\u2019t take long for me to see Val prowling through the undergrowth, dressed in clothes a lot warmer than mine. It must be nice to be prepared, I think sourly, nose wrinkling with jealousy. I\u2019m sure by now my legs are scraped and raw, and my poor hand is throbbing along with the steady pounding of my heart. Val doesn\u2019t look my way. He\u2019s also alone, with no sign of Kieran anywhere behind him.<\/p>\n

He\u2019s so different like this, I think to myself. Val looks almost inhuman as he prowls through the moonlight while occasionally stopping to listen for any sign of me. The moonlight makes him look sharper, somehow. More graceful and like some kind of nocturnal predator I\u2019d never want to meet when he\u2019s out hunting. He\u2019s gorgeous without even trying to be, though I beat that thought away with an imaginary broom.<\/p>\n

This really isn\u2019t the time, and I\u2019ve already gotten myself into enough trouble by swooning over the two of them.<\/p>\n

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No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Cover design by Covers By Combs E-BOOK ISBN: 978-1-955540-68-1 OceanofPDF.com CONTENT WARNINGS FALL is a spicy Horror novella that includes the following: Graphic violence, murder, kidnapping, MMF, non-consent, dubious consent, primal, and a slight cliffhanger.<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 About the Author OceanofPDF.com 1 Will you let us in to play? The words echo inside my head as I stand there, blocking my door as I look over the faces of the men who fucked me to within an inch of my life last night, and came close to murdering me.<\/p>\n

In fact, there were several moments I was sure they were going to murder me, all things considered. I should tell them to leave. I should call the cops and spill my guts about what they\u2019d done. What I absolutely shouldn\u2019t be doing is trying to remember if I picked up my dirty laundry from my bedroom floor so they won\u2019t think I\u2019m a mess of a person.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026\u201d With no idea what to say, I take a step back in the small entryway to my apartment, my back hitting the closet behind me. \u201cY-you want to come in?\u201d God, I wish my brain was working correctly this morning. But I\u2019ll blame the chloroform soaked rag for that, even if it\u2019s long dissipated from my system. Ravage smiles almost sweetly, arms folded over his chest and ankles crossed on my porch.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you telling us no?\u201d That has me shaking my head, and I gesture with flicks of my fingers, trying to communicate in spontaneously made up sign language that they\u2019re allowed to enter. Though it isn\u2019t until Harrow closes the door behind them that I question my decision. They\u2019re murderers. And while I\u2019m not sure what the minimum body count is to be considered serial killers, I\u2019m starting to wonder if they\u2019d qualify for that as well.<\/p>\n

Fuck, maybe this is an awful idea. But I only get to have a few more seconds of internal crisis, because Ravage is suddenly right in front of me. His eyes search my face as he reaches out to press a hand to the closet door beside my head and leans his weight against it. \u201cWell?\u201d he asks. He doesn\u2019t say anything else, and my mind races while I try to figure out if I\u2019m missing some important context clue or maybe blacked out for the first part of his question.<\/p>\n

Based on the last twelve hours of my life, I wouldn\u2019t put it past my brain to have some oxygen-deprivation induced trauma.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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