Bl Novels & Stories

I turned off my phone and cried all the way home. I went straight to the refrigerator to grab my wine. I needed to calm my nerves. I pulled out my phone, turned it on, and called Kita. "Hey , girl what's up? I'm kind of in the middle of some." She answered the phone out of breath. "Nothing, just call me back when you get time."

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.

He made it difficult to think which was bad, very bad. "I think No Boundaries Bobby would be a better match," I muttered, referring to Quinn and Ace's earlier conversation. "That's so good," Quinn rolled her lower lip between her teeth, biting back a smile. "Bobby?" Ace scoffed, "do I look like Bob the fucking builder?" "You can't fix shit," Gunnar mumbled, rolling his eyes while pouring a measure of whiskey for himself.

Sebastian laughed as he watched her struggle. "Don't worry," he said, leaning close enough to her for her to smell the foulness of his breath. "I'm sure that we will come up with some kind of arrangement." Helena glared at him, refusing to let him cow her. Suddenly, she felt her body go limp and she lost consciousness.

The bright lights reflected off the ice as players glided back and forth in a blur of speed and aggression. I stood near the bleachers, trying to stay invisible, my eyes locked on number seventeen—Zane Parker. He moved with such confidence, such raw athleticism that my stupid heart still fluttered watching him. "Well, well. Look who crawled out of her hole." I tensed as Bianca appeared beside me, her perfect blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Two of her friends flanked her like bodyguards. "I'm just watching the game," I said quietly, refusing to look at her.

Six-three, maybe two-twenty. ‘Six-two, two-ten, and he belongs to me,’ says Teri, locking arms with me, reinforcing her claim. Gloria chides Teri, ‘Girl, why are you sucking on bananas when the top banana is at your fingertips. C’mon girl. Show us how you do it.’

I nodded, gripping the edge of the couch tightly. But before the doctor could begin, Boris moved beside me. Without a word, he sat down and steadied me, his presence unexpectedly grounding. I didn’t pull away. The cleaning stung. The stitching… less so, thanks to the injection. Still, I found myself holding onto him without realizing it. And he didn’t move. When it was done, the doctor stepped back. “You will feel some pain once the numbness wears off,” he said. “Take these medications. They’ll help. And this is a blood tonic” he handed me another bottle, “it will help rebuild your strength.”

He would have a taste of that boy whether he wanted it or not. ~~~~ Bryan ran into the school restroom and shut the door tight, breathing heavily as he rested against the door. He was glad he had gotten away from that teacher as soon as he could. As he neared the mirror, he noted his cock standing straight and he shook his head. It was good he had gotten away in time. He might have spilled his seed all over his trousers and the teacher would have known. But why was he having such a reaction to a man that was older than him?

Cassian’s hand brushed the small of my back - barely a touch, a warning and a comfort. I walked to the cabinet in the butler’s pantry, opened the door, and set the bag down on the shelf. My fingers shook as I sorted the bottles. I read each label twice. Behind me, Lucian’s chair whirred. “I want water,” he said. “Cold.” “I’ll get it,” I said. “No,” he said. “I want to see if my brother really wants to care for me.” Cassian didn’t rise to it. “You want water,” he said. “You ask like a person.”

Another wave of tears rolled down my eyes as I set my eyes on Bert. “Bert.” I immediately stretched my hands out for a hug; “thank you, thanks for your help.” “You don’t have to thank me, Olivia.” He murmured as he pulled back. “I will always be here to help you; I’ll be there for you.” I nodded at him, “how do you feel?” “Just one bullet piercing through my arm can’t kill me.” He laughed and opened his shirt, “see this mark, it’s a gunshot mark from one of our operations.” He pointed to the mark on his stomach.