All The Young Dudes Novels & Stories

“You came.” Daya said surprisingly as I walked into the dining room. The table was so scanty that I could count how many there was. Two minus me and Daya. “Aren't there like sixteen people in the house?” “Most of the guards prefer to eat outside and most of the maids eat in their rooms. It's only me, little axel and Gloria.” I looked at the two little toddlers surprisingly. “Why? Are those kids yours?” Daya cheeks turned pink and she blinked shyly. “No way! I'm still a virgin waiting on my special someone.”

Even if it did, he hid it well. "The dead tell no tale," he threw the words before watching the guy burn. At the same time, a group of youths walked to the bedroom. It was a bare coincidence, but they didn't know the danger they were in if they went any further. One knocked on the door while the others stood there smiling. There a gang and enjoyed the company of each other. All the five of them looked rather sharp and intelligent. They also looked like people you don't want to mess with. "We are heading out tonight at this joint. Are you coming along?' one of the leading youths asked, smiling. He seemed to be a fun guy.

he asked, gesturing to me. As I watched, the people who were entering came in groups. Most of them were divided into two specific demographics; some were middle-aged men, and the others were young girls. “Yeah, I can see them,” I said. “Notice anything unique?" he asked. I turned to him then back at the crowd, squinting. "Yeah, it seems like there aren't any younger guys. Or older women, for that matter.” "That's right. Today's theme for the club is DDLG."

Kyde told them. “That sounds like a plan.” Daniel agreed. “Do you have any other questions?” Kydence asked. “Okay, so does that mean that all our pups are going to be these bad ass warriors?” Jay asked, lighting the mood. Kyde snorted at his question.

For just that moment, things almost felt ordinary. We were still talking about the dinner when two guys in their mid-twenties walked up to us, smirking like they’d won some sort of lottery. They looked like the type who spent too much time at the gym and not enough in reality. One of them nudged the other. “Yo, isn’t that her?” The taller one grinned wide. “Hell yeah,” he turned to me. “You’re that girl people keep talking about, aren’t you? The slut?”

"Shit, that's... that's a lot." "I know it's a lot. I don't know what to do, Maya. I have nothing. I can't help her. I'm so fucked." "There's... there's a way. But you have to be serious about it." Something in her voice made me sit up straighter. "What way?" I asked. "There's this party. Underground. Exclusive. Rich guys. They bid on women for... companionship. One night, they paid big money. I'm talking serious money. Some girls make ten, fifteen grand in one night."

Zayden asks from behind me, his hot breath against my neck, torturous and delicious at the same damn time. “I want you to fuck me. All four of you.” My lips tremble as I say the words, and before I can even think, we’re out of the club. Minutes later, I’m in a high-ceiling bedroom, the bed is large enough for all five of us. That just goes to show that the brothers share their women like the rumors say. My slutty, black dress is already on the floor, and I’m standing in nothing but my heels in front of eight pairs of eyes. They smile, their eyes darkening dangerously.

Me: "Ok, it sounds good, but what do I have to do to win this role?" Father: "From the general description in the paper and the website, they need young studs of about your age to prance around in skimpy costumes as if they were fighters on a future earth that was no longer used to 'real men'. You end up in these ceremonial costumes the atomic war survivors give you, which show off your physique and your 'gifts' down below. As a result, the producers insist on actors who will be built like Mr. Universe, but also with 'units' of epic proportion. Now, if this sounds 'doable' we would have to immediately go to work on changing your physique from good to incredible. About the 'unit', I don't thi

she murmured, pride evident in her voice. Down in the courtyard, the Terrific Trio, Arlyle, Artie, and Allie, were engrossed in an intense discussion, their expressions far too serious for eleven-year-olds. But then again, they weren’t just any eleven-year-olds. They were national geniuses, their intelligence unmatched by any child their age. Their names graced international forums, scientific journals, and national debates. Arlyle, the strategist, had a sharp mind that rivaled seasoned politicians. Artie, the inventor, was already working on patented technological advancements. And Allie, the youngest by mere minutes, was a mathematical prodigy, solving complex equations that left even univ

"Luke, these clothes are really nice. Did you buy them?" Rachel frowned beside him. "Yeah, why did you buy so many clothes? Do you have a lot of spare cash?" I said nothing and just started putting away all the clothes. However, Logan seemed to have thought of something and smiled. "Rachel, I'm new here and don't know anyone. I'm afraid I'll get ripped off when buying clothes. Luke has so many clothes. How about giving me a few?" "No problem. He usually does manual labor and doesn't need to dress too nicely." Rachel readily agreed before turning around and giving me a stern look to pressure me. "You won't be able to wear them anyway. Pick out a few for Logan later."