Bae Like My Story Novels & Stories

“Imagine if they force you and Blake to be best friends now.” Amelia gagged. “Over my dead body.” Maya laughed. “I love this.” Amelia groaned. “You would.” They talked for a little while longer, the conversation flowing naturally as it always did. By the time they hung up, Amelia felt lighter. Yes, Maverick High was annoying. Yes, Blake was infuriating. But at least she had Maya and at least, for the first time in a long time, her mother was happy

If you made it this far into Zach and Leia's story, then it is safe to say you have reached the end. I have had so much fun writing this book, and being able to share it with all of you has been such an honor. I am so happy that we finished this together, and I'm so thankful for all of you who got to go with Zach, Leia, and the rest of the BATB family. I would like to add some dedications, as well.

The boy took a blue bag lying near the window and pulled out a book, which helped Ed understand where the conversation was headed. “Beauty and the Beast.” The boy showed him the page where the Beast saved Belle. “He’s kind. He helped Belle.” “Do you like this story?” Ed raised an eyebrow at the unusual taste. This story is typically a favorite among girls. “Yes, I like it because Mom likes it too.” As he said this, Ed could see how the green eyes sparkled with life. The boy idolized the mother he mentioned earlier. “Does your mom still like stories like this?” Ed asked again, reaching for the book. It was unusual for an adult woman to like fairy tales.

**SUPERNATURAL CONTAINMENT CAMP** My stomach dropped. This place wasn’t just cruel. It was a cage for people like me. People, they could break and control. The very walls whispered of suffering. A scream tore through the air ahead. A guard stumbled out, clothes singed, and reeking of smoke. Flames licked at the room behind him. A girl burned, her agony raw and alive. My fingers tightened around Ava’s small hand. This place… this hellhole… was real. By the time we reached the boss’s door, my heart was hammering in my chest, my nails dug into my palms, white-knuckled. “Ah, Samantha,” Elder Lee’s voice slithered into the room, calm and poisonous. “Your eighteenth birthday is near. But first, we

Mia Pov “Dare me again… please,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper. I was lying on the rug like a broken, cum-soaked toy. Thick loads leaked from my stretched pussy and ass, my face and tits were glazed white, and my fingers kept lazily rubbing my destroyed clit, spreading their warm seed all over my swollen lips.

Roan’s POV We stayed awake for hours afterward, simply talking. Brea lay curled against my chest while we shared pieces of ourselves little by little, learning everything about each other lives. reconnecting our souls. I told her stories from my childhood—about growing up with Ana, about the trouble Damian and I used to get into, about my mother's tenderness and greatness. She paid attention, she listened. Sometimes she would laugh at my antics. Goddess, I would burn kingdoms just to keep hearing that sound.

[ ]- when this symbol appears it means the first person thinking or talking himself alone. ' ' - when something is important that have to show or to tell. It's more on like specific. " "- this is for conversation, everyone use it as it. ( )- It's me the author speaking. My first story tittle " Love me. Like you always do. " It's about gay things. If you are not into BL/Gay things my story is not for you. It's on-going so you can catch up. Readers, I hope you suppo me as your BL contain writer. Leave comment that can boots my energy to update. (⌒.−)＝★

Matteo spent a long time gathering the courage before finally opening the files. The latest message was from the day Evelyn left. It was a secretly recorded video of him and Rebecca sharing a soft kiss in front of the piano. Rebecca had attached a caption. "You probably don't know this, but this is Matty's favorite place. I won't record what happens next. I don't think you'd be able to handle it. "Tell me, do you really think playing dumb helps? How does it feel being the mistress? Well, you've been a mistress your whole life, but hey, if you beg me nicely, maybe I'll let Matty visit you a few more times."

“Let’s meet your parents when we have time, I will talk to them and make some promise and I will make you happy until we die and meet in person.” I also want to do that, there are many things I want to tell them wat happened in my life. But its not like the same, its not sad I will tell them all my happy story now so they will not feel worried and sad. I will make them see that I also found the love of my life. Beatrix thinks also. She can’t remember when is the last things she visit her mother but now she have many story tell and about to tell. “Let’s do anything we want now, lets forget everything.” She said to Rayton and they kiss each other again.

How can it be a sin when the fruit I want to taste is leave unbitten? I gulp to find the dirty floor and trace the red and darkest stain in it. My eyes cloudy as I whisper with a light laugh, “How can I forget... I slowly eaten by this place...” I cough a mouthful of blood now and then, but I can only laugh away my bitterness. This the longest time I face the altar, and for the last time, I gently scan the figure with much careful, copying in memory all the traces of it. This figure place by someone in the town, but I'm afraid it's not from the people who expect light in me. This figure is the God believed by the otherside of the town... where I meet the forbidden I slowly learn to love...