Novels by Nmeso Yenn

Hi there! This story will be marking a significant and important milestone in my journey as a fiction writer. It is a bold confident step into a genre I have long admired so much from afar for a very long time.And this particular story also helped me start my very first exploration and research into the world of MM romance, and I couldn’t be more excited or nervous to share it with you all kindest readers. Every word was written with and from my heart, and every vulnerability and tenderness was woven into every page. I only hope that you'll feel something real and strong between every word and line when you get down with it.And as a writer, I've always believed that stories are meant to reflect raw and unfiltered emotions we sometimes carry deep inside us, and within us. They're not just about two perfect people falling for one another under perfect sculpted circumstance, but two flawed people figuring out their own pain, hopes and fear, then navigating it between themselves. And t

::::::::::The Outcast::::::::::Just like how one promises himself that there was nothing wrong, the forced smile in front of a mirror and that everything was fine. That was how Wayne tried to convince himself that he was thinking too much. And maybe he'd even imagined the way their eyes had followed him through the crowd.But it wasn't an imagination at all, and he soon realized that his mind wasn't playing games with him when he spotted the first boy.He headed straight for him with deliberate confident steps, and a cocky smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Wayne knew better as he turned immediately, but the second boy was already coming up from behind him.He tried the right ally. The one that seemed like his only possible way out, but he was also met with the third boy blocking that path too. With a wicked grin stretched across his face, he walked way slower than the others with hands ducked into his coat pockets like he'd invented time.Wayne froze as his foot got stuck aga

::::::::::Weak Among The Strong::::::::::The bell that dangled from above the bakery door jingled as the she-wolf sauntered inside, the grin on her face sharp enough to cut through the season's cold that Wayne hated so much.“I love how weak-looking you are,” she said, sneering as she propped one of her elbows on the counter like the place was hers.She said that everytime like it was one of her favourite jokes, and Wayne was convinced that the young she-wolf standing in front of him was a rapist, even though that was normally unusual.He stared ahead without flinching, or even looking up at her. He pretended to be tapping shut the pastry and adjusting it in the display box, making it look convincing enough that he hadn't heard how her voice dripped like oil through the air.“You won't even look at my face?,” she asked, propping herself higher against the counter. Wayne said firmly. “I'd rather just focus on my job.”She was older, and Wayne didn't care to know by which number exact

::::::::::Strong Under Him::::::::::Ren's hard warm cock that was buried passed his ass cheeks, and his body against his was the only thing that kept the winter cold out.No. It wasn't the thick blankets, the hot baths or the fireplace. Wayne has never been a fan of the winter season anyway, because he has always felt it was too sharp. Always coming in too empty and too silent, but it levelled up to become one of his best seasons whenever he was in bed with Ren.It burned more than just warmth in there. Not on his skin but somewhere deeper, and somewhere he couldn't name or put his hands on. And that was exactly what he has always needed-a force and hotness that challenged his coldness.Ren's breath was still rough against his ears as his chest rose fast, and Wayne's rose even faster.“Open your eyes,” Ren growled low from above him, almost breathless as he slammed his cock inside him. Harder and deeper. “Look at me.”Wayne didn't want to, and it was not because he couldn't. It was b

::::::::::The Marked One::::::::::Wayne Rivers was barely three years old when he was found by the ironclaw pack. He was barefoot, wandering through the charred remains of forbidden land near the red riverbank. The land that the whole clan had long erased from their maps.No bird had sang as the ground burned cold, and ash had still clung to the trees while the cursed earth breathed.“He’s... different,” one of the elders murmured, looking intently at Wayne, who neither spoke or cried.He had just studied each of the men's faces with a serious expression, his brows wrinkling with faint lines, disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. Anyone could say that was the first and last day Wayne would be as brave.A faint glow pulsed on his lower abdomen beneath his tattered pants. A mark that looked too ancient and wrong for a young boy like him.“He’ll be studied,” the wizard king said as he crouched to his level. “He cannot be left alone.”And Wayne was caged, not out of pity but out