CYRUS"Shit! Shit!" I pulled into the driveway and dashed out of the car, kicking the front door open as I barged in and looked around with a fast beating heart."Mom!" I called. Shit! Was I too late? It had been an hour since I got her text. I could've gotten here sooner if the road wasn't packed. I was this close to bursting out of the car and using my wings to rush down here but it was still too early and everyone would see.The only rule in our faimily that kept us safe and hidden was that we kept our secrets well. Until, I don't know, that virgin boy walked in on me in school- ugh! Forget about that. Where is she?"Mom!" I cried again, this time rushing up the stairs--"Right here, honey."That did not sound like the woman who said she was fading away in her texts. Why did she sound joyful?"He fell for it again," she giggled to herself. "It's been fourteen years and you still fall for that? You're the best dumbest son ever." she laughed."Come over here, honey," my mother sang.
CROSS "Achoo!" I slammed my hand on the desk as the powerful sneeze squeezed out from me. Fuck! That's the third time all morning. Was someone plotting against me? "Bless you, Damian," Mr. Thompson, the English teacher, responded automatically. "You see that? Even he is allergic to this information!" Jake Miller yelled from the back and the others laughed. "I say we scrap Shakespeare and look at something modern and less complicated, teach!" These boys would do anything to get out of class. We were only about twenty minutes in. I sniffed, rubbing my nose to ease the itch and the next sneeze when I felt a sudden light thud at the back of my head, someone calling for my attention and I turned. "Hey, how do I say ' I'm hungry for something from my century' in Shakespeare's language?" Jake asked with his usual arrogance. "No throwing papers in my class. You're seniors and this is your last term in high school. What would the juniors think of you?" Mr. Thompson warned. "And focus on
CYRUS"Hey, Cyrus, are you even listening to me?" Hakeem yelled beside me, trying to gain my attention but the nerd on the dance floor already had it.I knew the lust in this damn place was too good to be true. It smelled all too familiar. Like someone I knew and toyed with, a toy I was having fun with. There he was, dancing with the blonde who was way too drunk and probably couldn’t tell her right from her left.Her body, however, flowed to the rhythm of the music, enchanting my little pet.Just look at him, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated, his hands and body were moving on their own. I bet he was so hard that one rub and he would cum right now."Cyrus," at Hakeem's warning tone, I turned my head to stare in his angry eyes. Why didn't I ever think he was good-looking too? Right, I wasn't gay. Cross was just a one time thing. A quick taste of that mate thing and I'm done."What was that again?" I leaned into him, keeping my eyes on the dancefloor and monitoring my peaches. He looked
CROSS A late night party, a nice stroll down the road trying to enjoy the breeze in my air and on my face but all of that was half the pleasure with the sound of his footsteps behind me. I had told him off a couple of times but he only threw a silly smile my way and said nothing. He circled the edges of my nerves, pushing me closer to snapping. I hated it. "I left pussy for you, Cross. Give me something,” Cyrus teased with a smirk in his voice. I liked him better with his mouth shut. "You're not planning on ignoring me all night, are you? It's a long way back to your house." There was no way Cyrus knew where I lived, right? Don’t ask, don’t ask. Ignore it and it'll all go away- Until he grabbed my arm and spun me around, pushing his face before mine with his wide eyes. "Don’t fucking ignore me!" He sneered at me, almost crushing my arm in his tight grip. My heart jumped from the shock and I shrugged him off. "What the fuck, man! Leave me alone. I didn't ask you to leave Patric
CROSS"Ugh!" Well, here we go again. I knew he wasn't going to like it but this was the only way anything could possibly happen between us.I squeezed my eyes tight as Cyrus groaned for the thirteenth time in a single second. "Are you fucking kidding me, Cross? A hospital?" he stretched his legs wide on the seat. "And why the fuck are you wearing a face mask?"Folding my arms, I leaned back on the seats, glancing around to make sure I didn’t draw any attention. "Because, I don’t want anyone from school to see us hanging out together."His brows jumped, "What?"Believe it or not, I didn't want to be associated with Cyrus. He may be my ticket to getting my one thousand subscribers and maybe even influence my way up the radio station in our school but there was always something off associated with him. I'd have to pay the price somehow.Rumours could spread-- ones that'd make me hang my head in shame. Hanging out with a sex god automatically puts you in the spotlight and I didn't want t
I read somewhere that trying to get a grown up to wear a condom was like trying to convince a toddler to eat their veggies-- lots of excuses, fake crying and a lot of tantrums. 'I don't wanna' stomping their feet all over. I just never imagined Cyrus would be so averse to it. After we stepped out of the hospital, our samples taken and everything done, we were ready to go home. Cyrus was storming towards his car with an attitude and I followed quietly, watching him and trying to think like a fool. He suddenly paused, hands on his waist as he threw his head back to breath loudly . "Fuck!" We were handed free packs of condoms and the nurse did so while still looking at me like I wouldn't be able to hold it in and would jump on Cyrus the minute we stepped out of there. He turned around, a glare still on his face, "No." Goodness! Here we go again. "It's just a condom. It's not that deep, Cyrus. It's not like I'm asking for your soul." "Jokes on you! I don't have a soul! I like it ra
CYRUS “Fucking self righteous bastard!” I cursed as I drove out of the hospital that night, glancing at my rearview mirror as he had his jaw hanging loose. Served him fucking right! Cross was full of shit and he didn't even know it. I fished out the condoms and threw the bloody thing out the window. A condom, really? Of all the things to give a god of lust, it was a condom? “Ha!” I scoffed, gripping the wheels. I could decide to wear them but I hated the feeling of the latex when I was inside doing my thing. While all I needed to do was focus on the sexual energies being released, the human part of me could feel a slight difference wearing the damn thing. I got home really quick, not bothering to spare Cross a thought as to whether or not he got home safe— it wasn't any of my business. Since he ran his mouth so much like he knew a lot, then he must be so grown up to think himself out of any situation. The automatic gate doors slid open and I drove in. Stepping out, I matched ri
CROSS “Damian, honey, why didn't you tell me your friend was visiting today? I could've prepared better, you know?” My mother beamed at the spawn of the devil as she ushered him in, welcoming him with a smile. I stood by the door, pissed beyond measures as I watched Cyrus muster all his pretense to smile politely and act like he wasn't trying to fuck my mother's favourite son-- me! “Thank you, ma'am. That's very kind of you,” he lifted his eyes to me, smiling like there was nothing I could do about it. I clenched my fists by my side, bubbling with anger. “Such a fine young man,” my mother complimented non stop. “What would you like to drink, dear? You already look energized this morning. Coffee could make you spiral out of control.” He laughed heartily, his cheeks staining with a blush. Was he blushing for her? He better not be trying to extend his curse to her! “You're right. I will uhm… have any of Damian's favourites.” I found myself growling, glaring at his smile while my
CROSSQuick, hide me!I wanted to run and hide somewhere but my feet wouldn't move.“Is there something wrong?” Nelson wondered cluelessly. If only he knew. He started to turn around just when Cyrus got close. “Oh Jesus!” He yelped, jumping away and clinging onto me.Cyrus only glared harder, jaw ticked so hard his veins almost popped at the side of his head. What was wrong with him?Pushing back the dread that filled my stomach, I peeled Nelson off me, stepping away from him but that did not make him lose the glare.“Cyrus,” Nelson called too excited. “I mean- Sir- C-Cyrus, sir. It's such an honor to finally meet you. My name is-”His gaze shifted to me, “What are you doing here? I said I'll come get you, I didn't say you could stop by.”Now that tone made me forget I was even afraid of him just a minute ago. “I did not come for you—”“He's right,” Nelson interrupted, unknown to him he was digging his own grave. But Cyrus did not look away from me and it made my stomach flip in a st
CROSS My mom could hand me over to the devil if he wore a nice suit and a cheeky smile. Either that or Cyrus was probably manipulating her. She didn't even scold me when he drove me home before school. In fact, she invited him in for tea— to which I refused on his behalf, of course. I did not want Cyrus getting anywhere close with my family. I was his business and it ended there. Getting ready took less than ten minutes and when I stepped out again— “No.” “Get in the car, Cross,” he pushed away from his sports car, flaunting his shades as he opened the door for me. "I won't ask twice." "You're not dropping me off," my hand tightened around my school bag. "Cyrus, no." "Argh jeez!" he groaned, scowling as he stormed towards me with a murderous stare. "What the heck is your problem, peaches?” he got all up in my face, boldly disrespecting the idea of personal space.I faltered, taking a step back to allow some decency between us. “Excuse me? What did you just-”“You heard me,” he p
Hi, Evie here. I wanna say thank you so much for coming this far with me. You have no idea how grateful I am that you're reading my work. Cross and Cyrus is my second attempt at a bl novel. The first one is "Finding Elijah" which will be available soon and will only be about 60 chapters, completed in February-- I'm working really hard for this one behind the scenes. The reason why updates are slow is because I have other books I'm working on and some will be coming to an end this month(Take me back, dear ex wife and Run, Camille, Run) but I'll still drop updates for Lust and Loyalty. I have no intentions of dragging any of my books so they'll probably be at most 80 chapters and anything more is because the story is not over. I'll drop ten chapters before the month ends and by February we can start stable updates. Thank you for your reviews, gems and comments. I look forward to them every day. it's my daily motivation 😁❤️
CYRUS I knew something was off when I didn't see him in bed. The fear that pounded my chest was surreal. I've only felt this fear three times this week and they were both caused by Cross. The first time he saw me in that classroom. The second time was when Mera found out about him. The third time was a few hours ago when I searched for him. I wasn't going to live very long if he kept this up. I dashed out of bed, feeling the familiar chills of Mom's powers as soon as I got downstairs. Oh no she wouldn't! Cross was my meal not their fucking toy! “For fucks sake!” I pulled him out of her web before she could delve deeper into his mind and wreck it. “What the fuck is your problem?” “Oops!” She giggled like she wasn't just about to ruin him. “Sorry.” “Sorry? Are you fucking kidding me?” Instead, she giggled harder, getting on her feet and moving to the fridge. “What? I got carried away.” She shrugged, “It's been a while I saw a human,” she winked at my mate. “Fuck! Can't someone
CROSS I woke up to a pounding headache. All the results from the crying and screaming finally caught on and I sat up in bed, looking around the darkness. I knew where I was and who was sleeping beside me. He was clutching my hand, as if afraid I'd be taken away again. I quite remember begging him to stay with me while I slept— why did I even do that? Cyrus was the last person I trusted with my body… but I guess he wouldn't pull that move on me. Oh shit! Mom! Fuck. Where's my phone? I started to tap about the bed in search of it- “What are you looking for?” his deep voice rumbled from beside me and I almost had a heart attack. “Jesus!” I flinched. “M-My phone… I can't find it. I need to call my mom.” That was the kind of voice ladies would swoon for and honestly, it was kinda hot. It was like waking up next to Batman. “I already called her,” he squeezed my hand tight, his thumb moving back and forth. “She said it's fine if you stay over.” “Wait what?” His touch was soothing and
TRIGGER WARNING. Violence and abuse. CYRUS It got stronger each passing second. My dick fought to burst free from my pants but into who? I was yet to find Cross. “Oh no, I won't be going with Joseph. He's boring,” The door opened and Sofia walked in wearing a green face mask. “Ah!” She screeched and my ears almost bailed out. She clung to her door keeping an eye on me. “Wh-What are you doing here?” Her lips trembled. “You wear human skin even at home? Jeez! You must be dying to be human,” I rolled my eyes and pushed away from the window. Her bedroom was typical Barbie. It was so pink, it hurt my eyes. Even her nightshirt was pink. “I'll call you back,” she hung up the phone and a fist pounded on her door. “Honey, we heard you scream. Are you alright?” “Sofia, it's your father. Open the door right now.” I arched my brow at her, waiting to see what she'd do. I moved to her nightstand and picked up a picture of her and her family. “Nice family you've got. It would be a shame t
CROSS“You didn't tell me Cyrus stopped by yesterday,” I queried my mom once the day was over and we were locking up the cafe.“Oh, honey, it must've slipped my mind. He's such a wonderful boy.”“I bet he is,” that manipulative two faced son of a-“What? You don't think so?” We headed to her car and she unlocked it, sliding into the seats. She turned on the heater and I warmed my hands.“Oh it doesn't matter what I think. You like him already.”“What? Honey, he's your friend. Of course I like your friend. I trust your judgement.”I wish she would question my judgement at this point. Why did I have to be so good in their eyes?She pulled out of the parking lot and I got an earful of why I shouldn't push Cyrus away. Talk to me when you know the truth, Mom otherwise you're just advocating for that manwhore.Speaking of, the image played back in my head and I hid my face, turning to the window as my cheeks stained with colour. My dick remembered and started to rise— oh bloody thing! I cou
CYRUS Satan couldn't be more ashamed of what I'd become! Just a few minutes ago, I was kissing Cross, taking his dick in my mouth and giving him the best heads I had NEVER done to a guy with my dick raging hard and now, I was kissing Patricia with Dick on my mouth and I couldn't get it up. Don't get me wrong, she was still lusting after me and I could feel it. I could fucking feel it but my dick was gaslighting us. Hello? Pussy here and there's a hole to fuck! Nothing? Really? You're really gonna ignore me and all for what? For Cross? Fuck me! Was there anyone who smelled half as good as he did? “Mmmm,” Patrica moaned and rolled her shoulders with her hands in my hair. “You taste so good and a tad salty. I like it.” First of all, that's Cross. Second of all, that's gross. He's mine. Yes, he was mine until we were over. I grabbed her butt and her hair, kissing her deeper as she palmed herself to me. I lifted her up and placed her on the desk in the empty classroom. She giggle
CROSS “Shit!” I stuffed my books into my bag and grabbed my bag pack. My hands trembled as I tried to arrange my things but I gave up halfway and raced out of the empty classroom. Everyone was on the field, watching the game today. I had decided to stay back and wait for updates from the team to publish the school papers for tomorrow but with Cyrus' text, I'd be damned if I stayed another minute. “If you're in school, you better start running.” was what he sent and I've been packing ever since. He said he wasn't going to play! What the heck happened? I scrolled through my phone, checking the school's page and my jaw dropped when I saw pictures of Cyrus on the field. He scored not one but five goals and I just knew that dick was harder than steel right now. I barely managed to fit the smallest toy inside my ass this morning and it was still on there right now! It wasn't uncomfortable but I wasn't ready for anything his size- so do I run to him or away from him? The halls were e