The Book of Kings by M.O. Absinthe

Cole — I’ve cast the dice to play a simple game of lust. Only I’ve ended up entrapped between the cravings of my body versus a wicked feeling that snuck into my soul.
Brax — I’ve yearned to add a centerpiece to my collection, satisfying the primal need for ownership. Only my collectible ended up owning a piece of me.
Ferris — I’ve searched for someone that I could break to fix myself, a soul to crush to patch my own. Only I’ve discovered that the road to healing was a path I couldn’t venture on alone.