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
CYRUSI spent the whole day pissing Cross off with nothing but my presence and his mom was an absolute sweetheart. She pinched his cheek whenever she could, took pictures with me, grinning really hard— the poor woman was just excited that her sore loser son finally had some company.I knew Cross was a loner but enough to make his own mother wish he was rebellious— now that was some extra points for him.At the end of the day, I had filled my Instagram with photos of the shop and I knew it would pull enough people.Why did I do this? Because I wanted to drill it into Cross's thick skull that if he thought he could get rid of me, he had to think again.His mom's coffee shop was cozy and I enjoyed the peace and quiet— sure it needed more people to keep the business running smoothly but left for me, I could walk in here and buy the whole place for the whole day.I mean my dad didn't just spend his years fucking around like a damn church rat. It's like saying vampires lived so long and cou
CROSS "Are we shopping for jeans, shoes or T-shirts?" Bryan moved his mouth again but this time, his words actually came through. I had been struggling to understand his sentences for a while now, being that my thoughts were clouded with someone else… god! I was ashamed to even admit that to myself. Note to self; keep Cyrus at arms length. That boy was not to come anywhere near my body. It was a battle last night and I almost lost. My whole body was twitching for him. That kiss was mind-blowing. Were we supposed to kiss like that? We weren't even worth being tagged ‘friends with benefits’. Only lovers shared a kiss— Cyrus and I were far from being lovers. “Anything,” I replied just as his girlfriend walked up to us. I narrowed my eyes when she glared at me as she kissed him. She had texted me this morning to keep my mouth shut and mind my business. As if I wasn't already going to do that. Bryan would never be able to handle the breakup well. He loved Cindy way too much for his o
CROSSI never thought I could see Cyrus so tense, so frightened and so shocked. He looked at me gaping in horror like I'd just said the worst and the next minute, he was walking out of the stall and out of the restroom. Who knew it would take a threat like that to get Cyrus off my back? I was still hard but the satisfaction that I got the last word was enough for me to sober up.I took some breathing exercise to calm down my dick before walking out of the stall-- I froze when I saw a man gazing at me in the mirror. Fuck! He saw Cyrus walk out too, didn't he?Not bothering to wash my hands, I rushed out of there, almost bumping into Bryan."Chill out, dude. What's the rush?" he let go of my shoulders as I steadied myself. "I thought you left or something. I tried calling."I slapped around my pocket for my phone and fished it out, checking the two missed calls. "Oh, sorry, I didn't hear it ring." or feel it. I was ashamed to admit that Cyrus was all I could think of back there."Okay.
CYRUSI didn't need to call my mom this time, I just knew I fucked up. It was the long inhale of patience and calm he breathed in, then the fury he exhaled slowly. The knot in my belly returned and I found myself praying to a God whom I didn't even know.Just this once and I'll learn some manners."Are you fucking insane right now?" I commended his calmness, glanced at him and saw fury like lava dancing in his orbs.Why did I think he was powerless again? Cross could sink my body with one word and glare.My grip tightened on the wheels as I pierced my gaze on the road, "My teammates are hanging out at my place tonight. You're invited.""Now why the hell do you think I'd say yes, huh?"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! I'm such a fool! Why did I think he'd say yes? Just because he wasn't glaring didn't mean he wasn't pissed. Ugh! Should've just said sorry. Was it too late to back up, rewind and apologize or do I keep up with the attitude of a prick?I took a second hard swallow before I mustered th
CYRUS“So now I feel like there's a hand gripping my chest. It hurts, mom. Am I cursed? Am I going to die? Dad's books didn't say anything about the curse of a mate. What if it's incurable?” The more I spoke, the more my heart hammered like a paid actor.I was at the rooftop trying to get a diagnosis for my situation.“I can't believe you pulled me out of my favorite show for this,” she sighed over the phone.“I'm in a dilemma here,” I frowned. “What's more important than attending to your son?”“Oh Jesus,” I imagined her rubbing her temples trying to soothe her burning anger.“You don't even know that man-”“Cyrus, how the fuck are you this clueless?” She groaned. “That's guilt, you imbecile! You're feeling guilty! Take responsibility for your actions!”I pulled the phone away to escape her deafening yell. Guilt and I could never be put in the same sentence. “That can't be right. That's impossible. I did nothing wrong.”“I'm not about to listen to my son yap about how he didn't just
CROSSGoogle a fool and I bet I'd show up as the perfect example. Jesus! Cyrus dressed me up as a clown each step of the way and I let him.When did I become so stupid?‘He wouldn't do that to me?’ yeah right. Just because he wanted in my pants and held me all through the night, didn't mean he cared an iota about me.He was a predator! Repeat after me Damian Cross! That boy is a predator and he's never going to change.I wasn't asking for much. What's someone his age gotta do to earn a little respect— just a speck of it?I survived my classes absentmindedly, frowning at everyone that no one dared to approach me. By the end of class, I was rushing out before Jake could make a quick stop to my desk.As if that wasn't bad enough, I was walking around with a stiff dick, carrying the hurt of my body's betrayal.Someone needed to teach Cyrus some manners and it sure as hell wasn't going to be me. Heck, I'm his freaking age! Why wasn't this basic information?I was deeply hurt about how he c
CYRUS I don't miss. I never miss. If it's aimed at you, it's sure as hell getting to you.So why the heck did the ball grow its own balls and go directly to that pest who wouldn't keep his touchy hands to himself? Oh shit. Maybe that's why.I was still struggling to understand Cross’s reaction in the locker room— there was a strange twist in my chest. Seriously, I couldn't understand it.It had to be the way he looked at me; the fright on his face, the words he said, I was nothing like my sister and I knew this.Heck, if I was, I would have done what I wanted last night. Not like I was asking for credit for not acting like the beast. It was simply impossible to sleep next to him with all of that scent in the air— oh fuck!Ah, shit! There it was again— that annoying, stupid feeling in my chest. Guilt? No. Never. Even though it felt like I did something I shouldn't have, I knew it was just all in my head. He reeked of lust. How was I supposed to know he wasn't interested?I was going
CROSSHeat rushed to my cheeks. I was flustered but being locked in here with him only made the air suffocating. One glance at his monster cock again and the butterflies in my belly took flight."No, get out. Cyrus! Not here!" I whispered, hand still over my dick but now his eyes were feasting on me. They had turned gold. A beautiful shade but they spelled danger. The last time I saw them, he was sucking me off in a classroom."You said you wouldn't treat me like one of your fuck buddies," I tried to remind him, holding him by his words but Cyrus rolled his eyes, causing my heart to sink.Why did I think I could trust him? He was no different from Mera- no, he was worse. He made me trust him, leading me like a fool only to get his will done in the end."Cyrus, please!" I couldn't shout for fear of being caught. If anyone of his teammates walked in on this, that'd be a stain to his name and mine. I'd have to wear the gay tag for the rest of my life.Let's be honest, even if the law was
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