Best Gay Love Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

While they were talking, in the background someone could be heard singing, but Gabriel continued very indignant. -Miriam, I never forgot you, my love for you grows more every day, I, I was forced to get married, I left like that because if I said goodbye to you, I could never leave you, that's why I left you like that, you don't know after that everything got complicated while I didn't see you, and from time to time I heard from you, there was no problem, but after this night that I saw you so beautiful, in me awoke that love and desire for you, I love you, tell me, when you make love with him, you feel the same as you felt for me, when he kisses and hugs you, you feel the same as you felt w

Juliette’s mother suggested. “You were there weren’t you, Louis?” Louis was smiling. “Yes, yes, I was. Why don’t we sit down, Father.” “Indeed, we were just having drinks, but now that we are all here,” Martin looked at Gloria and reached out for her hand, “we can share our news.” Gloria was blushing and suddenly with horror Juliette understood that they were going to get married. She didn’t just do it with her boss. She had sex with her step-brother.

******************* Bisi and Scott have been married for two years now, they have not fallen out of love but rather their love has grown beyond just physical needs. Bisi had also lent his voice to the LGBT community in Nigeria, he had used his own story especially how he had overcome the hate and fear to live his life and love whom he wanted to love. His parents had cut off all contact and communication with him and even blamed his aunt for encouraging his life choices. Bisi's Pov

"And that makes me gayer than both of you? But how about you, Bailey? Tiana is also your first girlfriend, right? What makes both of you different from us?" Bailey rolled her eyes as if she was already tired of my obliviousness. "We don't settle without humping each other, duh! But you and Khloe are willing to wait for each other. This kind of love is different and unusual, especially within the twenty-first century." "Awwww," Arisa cooed, "What a pair of old souls spewing rainbows and summoning infant unicorns. And that, ladies and gentlemen, makes you the gayest of all."

Earlier. After their heated argument, Adrian had retreated to Italy, seeking solace in his mother’s company and the familiar rhythm of business at Cagliari Industries. The trip was intended to be a period of both personal and professional reflection. It offered him a chance to delve into Ashleigh’s background, to sift through her family’s history and their business dealings. Adrian reminded himself that his primary goal for marrying Ashleigh was to further his own ambitions. Her feelings, whatever they might be, were merely a means to an end. He resolutely chose not to address her probing questions about his emotions, as he had no answers that would satisfy her or himself.

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied

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But my mind… my past… my reality—they all came crashing in before the word could ever leave my lips. I couldn’t say it. I didn’t deserve it. Not the life he was offering. Not the freedom. Not him. ⸻ My father’s voice echoes in my head, just like it always does. “The richer the man, the more you must give to keep him.” I used to believe that. I was raised to believe that. Love wasn’t something soft or real—it was a transaction. Power. Control. Alignment. Marriage wasn’t about happiness. It was about advantage.

Eve’s POV The reception passed in a blur of champagne toasts and polite conversation and photographs that would be in the society pages by morning. I smiled and laughed and held Devin's hand and pretended everything was fine. But the whole time my thoughts were spinning. He was gay. He had always been gay. He had told me he was gay when we were teenagers, and I had never questioned it. But gay men did not kiss women the way Devin had kissed me. Gay men did not have that kind of physical reaction to holding their female best friend.

Tristian and I have been together for two years. Engaged for six months. I knew he had his problems. But cheating? That’s where I draw the line. I let out a quiet scoff. That arrogant idiot. Two years of my life. And this is what I get? Yes, it started as business. But somewhere along the line… I fell for him. I was loyal. He said he loved me. I shake my head slightly. My fault for believing a man anyway. They always fail me. I take a slow sip of my wine and release a deep sigh.