Boys Love Books Novels & Stories

It is the gigantic one I saw at the very beginning of the entrance to the Academy. LB sees me looking at the kid, and he smiles at me. “If you are going to ask me if that is Cristina's son. The answer is yes. His name is Boy, and you will meet him later today. I promise you. Now quickly, let's go!” He nudges me through the door and up the stairs. We are all on the second level and we head to the back of the library. As we are walking, I cannot stop glancing at the different books they have here. Shelves after shelves of literature. From the bottom of the shelf all the way to the ceiling. You need to know how to fly to grab a book from so high above.

He's also a bookworm, so he lets me borrow some of his classic novels. The previous book he gave me was Little Women. "Did you like it?" A boyish smirk was plastered on his face. "Yes! I've always wanted to write a novel, just like Jo March," Goodness, I almost cursed when Amy burned Jo's writings! Over all, the novel was really good. In every book I read, I always pick up a life lesson.

“Because I’ve read some of the shit she’s talked about, idiot!” “Oh, speaking of which,” Rose said with an unholy light in her eyes that only appears when she’s talking about her books she is reading or writing, “who would you say was the bad boy at our school?” A collective groan echoed through the apartment. “What is she talking about?” Rachel asked. “She’s either reading something that features the bad boy of a school, or she’s writing something for a contest,” I explained. “Well, a lot of stories are about a good girl who falls in love or lust with the local bad boy,” Rose explained.

Being an only child sucked. "I don't know. I can not really say," I answered, tilting my head. I gave it a little thought before throwing the question back to Autumn, "How about you?" "Isn't that obvious?" said Jess with an eye-roll. "Ashton, Joe, Tyler? She loves bad and dangerous boys." Autumn pushed her arm jokingly and turned to Norma, "And you, Norm? How about you?" "Bad boys. I definitely prefer bad boys over good ones," she finally answered. "They keep things very interesting. Most of the good boys are boring. They gonna bore me to death."

My hands froze on the spine of a book I was shelving, fingertips lingering over the embossed letters. They said it like it was so simple, so black and white, they’d never stood in the kind of fire where love and ruin blurred until you couldn’t tell which was which. One boy laughed, shaking his head. “People romanticize that dark stuff. The ‘bad boy’ thing. They think it’s sexy until they can’t get out. Nobody ever really changes.” Nobody ever really changes...

“Let them frolic around Chris’ house all willy-nilly? They were going to get in trouble.” Matthew, at least, had the dignity to look even more ashamed. “Hi, Oliver.” He said, with a shy wave. “How’s your night going?” “It was going great until I recently discovered that my fourteen-year-old brother is at a senior party that probably features alcohol, drugs, and sex.” Oliver snapped. Paige snorted. “This party definitely features alcohol, drugs, and sex.” “Which is exactly why he shouldn’t be here?” Oliver said. “Why is he here?”

At least I hope he is. When I finish the burrito, I lean back on the couch and grab my e-reader from the coffee table. A new book in my favorite Boy Band series released a few days ago, and I've waited to start. Every woman who reads romance has her favorite genre. Billionaires, vampires, sports stars, the list goes on and on, but for me it's musicians. Moody rockers to be precise. I'd never date one in real life... well except the DJ incident a few months ago. In reality, musicians are way too moody. But in books I get the best parts of them without having to live with drug overdoses and the cheating.

"I'm just a mortal slave. It just so happens that for some reason some magical attacks don't work on me. No one in the Clan understands why and neither do I…" The spirit listened but didn't say anything. He was still using his gaze to examine Raider. Every time their eyes met, Raider would shudder and feel completely exposed. "What's your deepest desire in life?" asked the spirit while staring at Raider intensely. The young boy was startled by the question. Two shadows suddenly pooped up in his mind. They had no features, no colours, nothing. They were silhouettes of a couple, his parents. Having never met them he had no idea what they looked like.

“I like the dragon.” “Of course you do,” Nolan says. “The dragon is cool.” “What about the boy?” I ask. “He’s brave too.” “He’s okay,” Nova decides. “But the dragon is my favorite.” “I’ll read the next book,” Noah says, taking the book from my hands. He doesn’t clear his throat or hesitate. He just starts reading where I left off… And I remember. I remember this voice. The cadence that used to pull me through late-night study sessions because he’d read my notes out loud when I was too tired to focus. The tone that used to soften when he talked to me about nothing and everything.

“I want each of you to choose one.” A small boy frowned. “What if I pick the wrong one?” “There isn’t a wrong choice.” “Really?” She nodded warmly. “The best story is the one that makes you want to turn the next page.” The boy carefully selected a book about explorers. “I think this one chose me.” Ava smiled. “I think you’re right.” Across the room, Daniel led an activity about courage. Instead of asking the children to define it, he invited them to describe a moment when they had been afraid.