Boy Love Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

A grin stretched across his face as he jogged backward, hands on his hips, looking entirely too smug. I sighed dramatically and lifted my sketchpad, revealing the horribly exaggerated drawing I had just made of him—a stick figure with a ridiculously oversized head and tiny arms. His grin widened. He lifted his hands to his chest and mouthed, I’m hurt. I bit back a laugh. He was insufferable. And I loved him for it. “Your boyfriend is such a flirt,” my best friend Riley muttered beside me, flipping through a magazine. “It’s disgusting, really.” I snorted. “He’s only flirting with me, so I think I’ll allow it.”

"Okay sorry. I'll see you guys in a few hours. Love you and be careful." "We will. Love you too." Finally getting my mom off the phone I tossed it on the bed to finish packing. "Ready to go?" I was asked as I slid the last Christmas present in my suitcase. Standing upright I turned and grinned at my amazing boyfriend. "Yeah just need to zip it up." Knox crossed the room and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and planting a kiss to the side of my temple. "Excited to go home and see your family."

In a world where all I’ve known is abandonment and disappointment, you have shown me that I’m worth it. Thank you for being consistent. Thank you for opening my eyes to joy and freedom. Thank you for showing me that the world is filled with color and light. Thank you for being that light. There’s no denying that we have something special. I will never forget for this time of our lives. I’ll never forget the happiness I am feeling right now. Thank you for helping me into the light. With Love Yours Leo. P.S: My heart is yours forever. “Morning.” Leo says behind me, I turn and look at him smiling. He looks so cute when he’s just woken up. He looks so much younger, he wakes up with swollen cheek

The moment they left, I started to consider if Jamie was only pretending to be a bad boy or if this is just an act. After a few more minutes of trying to get to know him, for instance, like his hobby, he loves football and art, would you have thought the bad boy could draw. His favourite food is macaroni and cheese. Jamie's dad is a billionaire, and he loves macaroni and cheese. I thought he would be a spoiled rich boy who picks on people, but I guess I judged him before getting to know him. Even though I wanted to know more, I felt tired, so I told him I was getting sleepy, and we called it a night.

"You don't love me, Alex. You're just a pity, or maybe you just feel guilty. Please digest your own feelings." "I'm sure I love you, Angelina." "But love doesn't hurt!" said Angelina quickly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry if my love hurts you. But are you sure your lover hasn't instilled pain in your heart?" Alex asked, looking at the girl sharply. Angelina was silent. She didn't know if she should answer Alex's question? And most importantly, can Angelina answer Alex's question? "You can't answer, Angelina?" Alex asked. "I know you must have been lonely all this time, right? Your boyfriend couldn't live up to your expectations," Alex continued with a chuckle.

With his surprised tone of his voice, he's obviously interested with his story. "Yeah! And I hate it!" But his heart says otherwise. Deep down in his soul, he's liking it. Well, he can't imagine Miggy kissing him if he's not. "Ya sure? Or maybe you two had already sex—" "No! We didn't! Beside I wouldn't! Until I get married!" "Then tell him, you do!" Hans' forehead fissured lines. "Huh? I do what?" "You're so slow! If I were you, I would take the opportunity to be his boyfriend, duh!"

— I'm sorry, but I didn't want you to see this nonsense, and in the same way that you worry about me getting hurt in Muay Thai, or in soccer, I worry about you getting hurt by what these people say! I wrap my arms around his neck, smile slightly, come even closer, kiss his face. — Do you know that I am very lucky? — Why? — Because I have a limited edition from the most beautiful and thoughtful boyfriend in the world, and no one has it like it but me! — That's passionate idiot number 2! - he says and lets out a laugh. — Who is number 1? — Me! — he answers, and we laugh together.

Honestly, he was the silence promoter who was catalysing our relation without making his presence known. "But it's not time to think that you see I am impatient," he said as he pressed his lips on mine. I couldn't help but smile under his kisses. I wouldn't say, my man was a gentleman. He was devil, he was monster, he was cruel but love changes everything. He was my boyfriend. A beautiful beast who cannot be resisted. My boyfriend was a beautiful beast and now he is my husband. A beautiful beast husband and I love calling him that. My boyfriend is a beautiful beast... I mean my husband is the beautiful beast.

Ethan now clinging fists, "You think you can just take her from me? After everything, You think I will let that be?" Thomas chuckled, “but you never loved her. You always treated her like she is trash you picked from nowhere?” “That's none of your business.” “It's my business Ethan! it's my fucking business because I love so much.” Now calmly "It's too late, Ethan. Your little game of power has boomeranged. Elah will be mine, and there is nothing you can do about it."

Daniel took a deep breath and looked at his bleeding hand again. He sneered, perhaps right now, no one but Daniel could understand how pathetic his appearance was. “Caring what I do, just ignore me. Just let me die slowly.” Daniel's words echoed in the quiet space. But every word that came out was like a knife that cut straight through Daniel's heart. A new wound overlaps an old one that has yet to heal. How long has Daniel's heart been smoldering with blood? Now he doesn't care anymore.