Novels by Blck_Dahlia

Whoever sent me that stupid note, will get a piece of my wrath! They're lucky it's just a piece of it. That's me being kind and considerate. I should definitely make a villain plan just to catch them but I don't know where to start. Why am I surrounded by problems?! First, Damian wasn't talking to me. Now, it's this stupid note. For the past few days, Damian has been staying up late outside our cabin. I don't know what he's doing nor where he has been. Is it any of my concern? Not really. Do I miss him? Not at all. I just felt guilty about it. I didn't know I'll see him cry for that kind of reason. Anyway, enough about Damian. I have to find the culprit who made me look like an idiot that night. If he didn't send me that note, then I'm not scared for my life everyday thinking when will Damian kill me while sleeping. "You ready for that duo race?" Oh my fucking god. That voice scared the shit out of me. I was sitting on my bed when I turned to see Damian standing at

I know it's wrong to touch him like this but this straight man's face is very tempting. How can you not touch him when even if it's dark, you can definitely see him blushing and feel his body burning up while I'm trying to feel his hardened length. His grip on my wrist loosened little by little and his forehead rests on my shoulder. That's it, kitty kitty. Ohhh, I'm definitely taming him now. Looks like I won, Mr. Damian. Victory is mine— Huh? There's suddenly soft, quiet sobs that's coming from him. I stopped my foot from caressing his pet and glanced at him. His eyes is wet with tears while his body is slightly trembling. Brooooooooo, you're making me so freaking guilty right now! You can't do this to me! I thought you liked it! What the heck is happening?! I blinked while staring at nothingness while trying to pat his back for comfort. "Uhh..... sorry...?" I whispered softly while trying to not look at him directly. He didn't say anything but he just continue

I can't believe I didn't get that drama queen to agree to my plan. He's such a pain in the ass and always acts like everything is about him. I hate gays like that. Honestly, I hate gays overall. Being the oldest in the Cross family, I've always had to work and work and work. I have two other brothers I'm not close with, but I still send them money whenever they need it for college. I didn't go to college myself because I had to keep working. And this conversion camp? It's just a side hustle. They said I could get paid while tormenting these gays, which I'll definitely enjoy. You won't believe how much they pay me here just to "convert" one person. This conversion camp happens twice a year for five months each. I've done this for a year now and supposedly "converted" two gay people which, obviously, isn't true. They're going away out of town anyway, so nobody will know that they didn't actually turn straight. Anyone who doesn't "convert" spends another five months here with the next

I stood in front of the woods while an axe is in hand, blinking at the logs like they just personally offended me. “Hold the fuck on!” I yelled, making the entire group stop again. A couple nuns sighed, and even Father Maveric was rubbing his temples now. Poor guy. His patience with my bullshit deserves a Nobel Peace Prize. “Yes, Mr. Blackwell?” Father Maveric asked in his calm priest voice. “You expect my precious hands to chop these woods?!” I shouted. He smiled at me. A fake, plastic smile. I wanted to wipe it off his face with the blunt side of this axe. “This will help you embrace masculine duties,” he said. Masculine duties my ass. If being straight meant chopping wood for fun, I’d stay gay forever. “Just listen to him, or he’ll make you stay here longer,” Damian muttered beside me. I scoffed. “I don’t take advice from liars.” He shot me a glare and stepped on my toes. “Bro! What the fuck?!” “Mr. Blackwell,” Father Maveric cut in before I could escalate. “please be co

"Hold on—HOLD ON!" I threw my hands up like I was directing traffic, cutting the priest off mid-sermon first thing in the morning. We were in the center of camp, just a handful of us—three other pairs of "sinners" and their oh-so-perfect "straight saviors." "So what you’re saying," I said, voice dripping with disbelief, "is that you hired straight people to make us straight?!" "Yes," the priest replied flatly, like it was the most normal thing in the world. I glanced around, eyes darting between the other boys. Yep, all of us queers had been partnered with some “straight role model.” My jaw nearly hit the dirt. This was beyond twisted. The only reason I’m hearing this now? Damian was too damn lazy to explain anything last night. I wasted all my energy annoying him for answers and he just ignored me like I was background noise. "It’s easier to be converted if people like you have someone to look up to," the priest droned on. People like us? PEOPLE LIKE US?! Oh, I swear to Lady

"No... no! No! You guys lied to me!" I screamed when I saw the large sign in front of us: "Conversion Camp." There's no way they're trying to convert me into boringness! "You said we were going camping! Not... converting shit!" My parents just looked at me with disappointed expressions, still chatting with some stupid-looking priest. Dressed in a white robe, pretending to be a saint. Yeah, right. You can't fool me! "Look, I'm not doing this," I said, throwing my hands in the air with a dramatic "I can't believe this" expression as I started walking toward the car. "Not so fast, young man," a deep, annoying voice called after me. Of course, it's the priest. I can spot a saint-wannabe from a mile away. "Oh yeah? Well, try and catch me!" I shouted, sprinting toward the car. Unfortunately, my loving, adorable, cute parents had locked the car. Now I looked like an idiot, trying to force open the door. I probably looked like a carnapper for fuck's sake. "Adrian, stop it. You're home