Bi Stories Novels & Stories

******************* 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

The two drivers opened their doors and got out, walking towards me as well. “We don’t want any trouble, we are just lackeys in everything.” They held up their hands in surrender, holding still as I stalked past them to the van. I swung open the side door, its hinges protesting loudly. There was nothing inside except for road block equipment, vests, and someone’s half eaten sandwich. “Son of a bitch!” I slammed the door home and turned to the two wolves. I knew they were Black Haven, the stench of licorice was strong on them. The two bikers had joined the others, more than likely feeling safety in numbers. They were slight and about a good half foot or more shorter than me, making them as mor

“We’d rather discuss this inside than out here where someone could overhear.” Judy unlatched the screen door and stepped back to allow the agents into the apartment. The men did a quick scan of the room, which was empty. One door off the right, probably leading to a bedroom, was closed. Happy to have gotten Ms. Nyland alone, they didn’t worry about whether her son was behind the closed door. “Now, what is this BSI?” Judy asked. “BSI is the Bureau of Supernatural Investigations,” Rome replied. “We have a few questions about your daughter Leesa.”

' "Because you're the only one who can clear my few doubts." 'And what are they?' "First of all who are you, how do you know Diya?" He exhaled. 'My name is Davis, her younger brother…' "You're brother? What happened to her!? Can you please tell me? From the beginning." He downed his eyes and said. 'She was a caring sister, after the divorce of our parents she decided to live alone far from all those drama. I was stuck there between the options, and I chose the third option which wasn't even in the list. I started to live with her, she was a student of history and ethics. She was part timer teacher and a receptionist of the local post office. I don't know what happened two weeks ago, she trie

she said quietly, “this place destroyed them.” Sophia blinked. “That doesn’t make sense.” “They were nobodies back then.” Sophia frowned. “What happened?” Marissa leaned against the brick wall. “There was a competition that night,” she said. “A startup event. Tech investors, entrepreneurs, big money.” Sophia listened carefully. “Luke, Duke, Kyle, and Dru had just built their first version of the app that made them billionaires.” Sophia’s eyes widened slightly. “They came here to celebrate?” Marissa shook her head.

Knowing her story, he also knew that Drake would be good to her. "I don't know, man. I met this chick, woman, last night. I've never met anyone like her before. She's brutally honest. She also has already been married and has lost her husband to cancer. And it seems like she's a friend of Bill and Lucy." Looking up, Drake watched his VP smirk. "Shit! You know her too."

" My eyes stung. Seth, who wasn't related to me in any way, felt such grief and injustice on my behalf, while my own parents, upon learning of my death, had shown nothing but indifference. But Mom seemed deaf to Seth's words. She walked toward my body, and when she saw my mangled remains, she slowly reached out her trembling hand. Due to the heat and exposure in the wilderness, my body had been scavenged by unknown animals, revealing glimpses of bone. The wounds had long since begun to rot, emitting a foul odor. I turned my head away, unwilling to look at the wretched state of my body after death. But Mom seemed oblivious to my wounds. Her shaking fingertips brushed my cheek.

Just that Scribe had some hard time adjusting to the army and she had moved away to college. None of them knew the whole story. Heck Scribe didn't know the whole story. He'd came home on his first leave with his head all messed up. His best friend had been killed in action, and his girlfriend was pregnant. The next thing he knew, Allison wouldn't talk to him or return his calls and messages.

Mason replies. " You know the lives of bikers. Dangerous missions, alcohol and women. That's our lives. It was my life before I met you. I don't need to pretend to be something I wasn't. I used to fuck,alot. Different women every time. Some who just wanted to be fucked by a biker, others who were trying to get into a relationship. I don't want to sugarcoat things for you, Hera. What you see is what you get." I assure her. She stares at me with an unreadable expression. I can't decipher what's going through her mind. Her thoughts.