Novelas de ANGELA

OUT IN THE OPENCYRUS POINT OF VIEWI woke up to noise, I didn’t open my eyes at first because my head was pounding and my body felt pinned, heavy, wrong, the whispers kept going anyway.“—that’s him.”“I know.”“I thought he died.”“Well obviously not.”I opened my eyes. I saw White ceiling. Hospital lights. Curtains half pulled. Two nurses standing just outside my room, angled toward each other, heads close. One of them noticed my eyes were open and stopped talking mid-word. They both looked at me like I’d caught them doing something dirty.I swallowed. My throat burned. “Morning.”Neither answered. They exchanged a look. One nodded. They walked off together and started whispering again the second they were a few steps away. My heart started racing. I lay there staring at the doorway, jaw tight, chest feeling too small.Another nurse passed by. I tried again. “Hey.”She smiled without stopping. “Morning.” Already gone. They were avoiding me. All of them. Talking around me. Like I wa

I LOVE YOUCYRUS POV.“I love Doninic ,” I say, and I don’t pause, don’t soften it, don’t give her time to brace because I’ve been bracing for years and I’m done carrying that weight alone. “I don’t love you, Stella. I never did. I tried to convince myself I could, that it would come with time, that marriage would fix something that was already broken in me, but it didn’t. It just made the lie heavier. If you need the truth stripped bare, then here it is: I've been gay my entire life. This didn’t start with him. It didn’t start last year or last month or whenever the rumors decided to crawl out of the gutter. I was born this way, and I buried it because it was easier to be the son, the husband, the partner everyone expected than to be honest.”She doesn't move at first. Just stares. Like she’s watching something collapse in slow motion and can’t look away. Her lips part, then press together again, like she’s tasting every word, weighing how much damage they’ve already done. I can se

OUT IN THE AIRCYRUS POV.I swore I’d never step foot in Festus’s house again.I said it years ago, out loud, drunk and furious and bleeding from a fight that never should’ve happened. I remember pointing at the place like it was cursed ground, telling Timone if he ever dragged me back here it’d be because I was dead or desperate. Turns out desperation counts.The door closes behind me and the sound lands wrong in my chest. Too final. Too quiet. The house smells like coffee and wood polish and something citrusy that doesn’t belong to me. Festus’s place has always felt like a territory line I wasn’t supposed to cross. Clean. Controlled. Everything I’m not right now.I stand there longer than necessary, hands shoved in my pockets, jaw tight, trying not to think about how I don’t actually have anywhere else to go.Timone notices. Of course he does. He always notices.“I’m sorry,” he says, low, careful. “I know you hate this place. I know you said you never wanted to come back here.”I le

THE GRAND PLAN Dominic I haven’t stopped moving since I got here. That’s the first thing that hits me every time I become aware of myself again. Not where I am. Not what I’ve done. Just the fact that my body refuses to settle, like if I stop, something worse will catch up to me. The room feels wrong in a Foreign hotel. Neutral colors meant to offend no one, comfort everyone, and somehow they do the opposite. Thick curtains pulled shut even though it’s still daytime. My suitcase is open on the bed, clothes half unpacked, folded and unfolded again without purpose, like my hands needed something to do so they wouldn’t reach for my phone.I pace from the window to the desk to the bed and back. Over and over. The same steps, the same path, like if I repeat it enough times it will start to make sense. My fingers twitch. My jaw aches from being clenched too long. My chest feels tight, heavy, like something is pressing inward, something that won’t let me take a full breath. I keep thinking

SILENT REMORSECYRUSA week passes and it doesn’t soften anything. It just stretches the pain thinner until it’s everywhere, like I’ve been skinned and forced to live anyway. Every hour feels the same. I don’t wake up refreshed, I just surface from one kind of numb into another. I keep thinking there should be a moment where my body realizes Doninic is gone and adjusts. It never does. It just keeps waiting, stupid and hopeful, like I trained it wrong.I stop eating first. Not deliberately. I sit in front of plates and stare at them until the smell turns my stomach. When I try to force it down, my throat closes. My body rejects it like it’s foreign. Like it doesn’t deserve to be fed when the person who mattered most to it isn’t here anymore. I tell myself I’ll eat later. Later never comes.Sleep goes next. Or maybe it goes first and I just don’t notice. I lie in bed for hours, eyes open, staring at ceilings, at corners, at nothing. My mind loops relentlessly—what I said, what he said,

JUST ONE NIGHTCYRUSThe apartment was quiet. Dominic and I sat on the couch. The TV was off. The lights were dim. The only brightness came from the city outside the window, He was sitting close to me. Close enough that our thighs touched i looked at his hand. At the lines on his palm. At the way his fingers curved slightly, relaxed."You keep looking at my hand," he said."I like your hands."He turned his head. His eyes found mine. In the low light, they looked darker than usual. Almost black."Yeah?""Yeah." I reached out and traced my finger along one of the lines. "This one means something. I forget what.""It means I'm going to live a long life.""Does it?""No. I made that up." He smiled. "But I'm going to anyway. Live a long life. With you."I felt my chest get tight. Not in a bad way. In the way that happens when someone says something so simple and so true that it knocks the air out of you."You can't promise that," I said."I know." He turned his hand over and caught mine.

Chapter 42“Please, sir,” Leon blurted out, voice cracking with desperation. He stepped forward, eyes wide and pleading. “Don’t call my father. Not yet. I’ll fix everything. I swear. I’ll retake the assignment, do extra credit, stay after school every day if I have to. Just… please give me a chance first. My dad — he won’t understand. He’ll make it so much worse.”Principal Hargrove leaned back in his chair, studying Leon with a mixture of surprise and reluctant sympathy. The boy in front of him was usually composed, top of his classes, the model scholarship student. Seeing him this rattled was unusual.“Leon… policy is clear for scholarship students.”“I know,” Leon said quickly, his voice gaining urgency. “But I’ve never had a slip like this before. It’s one grade. One bad week. If you call him now, it could ruin everything. Please. I’m begging you. Just one opportunity to prove I can turn it around.”The principal was silent for a long moment, fingers tapping slowly on the desk. Fi

Chapter 41Leon had barely made it through the class when a sharp voice cut through the chaos.“Leon Carter?”Leon froze. A middle-aged woman in a neat navy blazer — the principal’s secretary, Mrs. Caldwell — stood in the doorway, clipboard in hand. Her expression was polite but firm, the kind teachers used when delivering bad news.“The principal would like to see you in his office. Right now.”A fresh wave of ice slid down Leon’s spine. He swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. “Now?”“It’s urgent,” Mrs. Caldwell said, already turning on her heel. “Follow me, please.”Leon’s legs moved on autopilot. He could feel eyes on him as he followed her down the corridor — curious glances from classmates who rarely saw the quiet pastor’s son being summoned. His heart hammered against his ribs so violently he was sure everyone could hear it. The D. It had to be about the D. Or worse. What if someone had seen something? What if the video had already gone public.No. He couldn’t let himself spiral.

Chapter 40The moment Leon hit “send,” his stomach plummeted.He stared at the screen as the video uploaded — the raw, humiliating footage of himself on all fours, legs spread wide, slamming the dildo deep into his ass while moaning Aaron’s name like a broken slut. His face was fully visible. His voice was wrecked and desperate. Thick ropes of cum streaked his stomach. There was no way to deny what he had become.“Delivered.”
Then, “Opened.”Leon dropped the phone onto the mattress like it had burned his fingers and curled into a tight ball, knees pulled to his chest. Shame crashed over him in suffocating waves. His hole still throbbed from how roughly he had used the toy, and his cock gave a weak, traitorous twitch at the memory.Why did I do that? Why did I make it so filthy? Why did I moan his name like that?He hated himself. He hated Aaron even more. But beneath the crushing self-loathing was something darker — a sick, warm thrill that he had actually obeyed. That Aaron had now s

Chapter 39– NO!Aaron’s POV“Come on, man. Don’t make this weird. I’m serious about the tutoring. I really need this. My dad’s riding my ass hard, and hockey’s the only thing keeping me sane right now. You’re the smartest guy in our year when it comes to Chemistry. Just… help me out. Please.”The word tasted bitter on my tongue. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d actually begged someone for anything. But desperate times and all that.Leon stared at me for a long second, lips pressed into a thin line. Then he shook his head.“No.”I blinked. “What?”“I said no, Aaron.” His voice was quiet but steady. No stuttering. No looking away. “I can’t tutor you. I have enough going in my life. I don’t have the time or energy for extra sessions. Find someone else.”The rejection hit harder than it should have. I stepped up onto the same stair, towering over him even more now. The scent of his nervousness mixed with the cold rink air made my blood run hotter.“Leon,” I said, softening my tone ag

Chapter 38: Chemistry TutorAaron’s POVI stood frozen on the edge of the ice, adrenaline from practice still pumping hard through my veins. Coach’s words hit me like a blindside check I never saw coming.“I got a call from your father this morning.”He looked uncomfortable, arms crossed over his chest as he delivered the news. My grip tightened on my stick until my knuckles ached.“What did he say?” I asked, voice low.Coach exhaled heavily, glancing toward the empty stands before meeting my eyes. “He made it very clear — if your grades don’t improve significantly this semester, especially in Chemistry, he’s pulling all future donations to the athletic program. No new equipment, no scholarship funding, nothing. He even hinted at pulling funding for the entire sports department if necessary.” He patted my shoulder pad, the gesture feeling more like pity than support. “Look, kid… I know you’re talented. One of the best forwards I’ve coached in years. But your old man plays hardball. Fi

Chapter 37 – Distraction on IceAaron’s POVThe school day felt longer than usual, each period stretching out like a slow, tedious punishment. I went through the motions — sitting in class, half-listening to teachers drone on about equations and literature, doodling absentmindedly in my notebook while my mind wandered somewhere far more interesting. A few girls tried catching my attention during breaks, flashing smiles and brushing past me in the hallways, but I barely spared them a glance. My focus was elsewhere.It was entirely on Leon.I tracked him like a shadow throughout the day. Between first and second period, I spotted him rushing down the crowded hallway toward his locker. His shoulders were hunched, head lowered, and he moved with quick, nervous steps like he was trying to disappear into the crowd. He looked exhausted — pale face, faint dark circles under his eyes, hair slightly messier than usual. Probably hadn’t slept much after sending me that desperate video last night.