Boys Love Novels & Stories

“He told me that he has accepted his father’s death a long time ago. He feels that what I am doing is a mistake, just like LB has told me. He does not want anyone to get hurt. He also does not want to have to choose sides when it comes to both of us. We have decided to keep him out this war. He will not be involved. We will not allow it.” I then look at Jessblue. Ready to tell her about Boy. “There is one more thing I want to share with you that only I have told one person and that is LB. It is the only way to keep Boy safe from everyone.” I clear my throat and begin to tell Jessblue What Boy truly is. “Boy is a Hybrid Royal. He was created from human lineage, Royal Bampire blood, and Dire W

He utters coolly with his trademark, bad boy smolder. I tighten my jaw and lick my lips. Kell cross is the school’s bad boy. He began school last year with his three brothers, Mikhail, Rowan, and Carrick. They were the talk of the school from then on. Four gorgeous boys who live in a home for troubled teens are definitely fodder for juicy speculation. It doesn’t help that they are all fine specimens of manhood.

The boys would go on to become his boeviki, and the girls … Is Roman one of those boys? But the boy doesn’t seem scared or hurt. And the more I look around, the more obvious it is that the basement has been decked out with an assortment of games and electronics. If he’s a boevik in training, he’s certainly not treated like one. My mother releases my arm. She’s watching the child with uncertainty, like he’s a bomb ready to go off. He stares at her too, unable to look away. All at once he sprints forward and throws himself against her, hugging her middle tight.

Kolya doesn't speak, a clear sign that he has no idea what his brother just said. Noah smiles, looking up at the ceiling. "You're a boy in love when you are so into someone that you don't see anything else. You're only looking at a certain and small space—the place where the one you like is at. It's different when you're a boy with love. When this is the case, your space is everywhere and it's big. You see everything. You smile at the stranger, you notice the gap of someone's teeth, you appreciate the chirps of the bird. In short, you are connected with everything in this world, unlike when you're in love. You only want to see one person's smile."

Loverboy # 4: "I'm - I'm - I'm… I'd rather not say." Host: "What would you prefer, sex or chocolate?" Loverboy # 1: "Sex, of course!" Loverboy # 2: "Sex." Loverboy # 3: "Sex." Loverboy # 4: "Chocolate." Host: "Are you naughty or nice?" Loverboy # 1: "Naughty." Loverboy # 2: "I'm nice." Loverboy # 3: "I'm not sure what to say here, but I can be stern and nice depending on who I talk to."

"That's great, but taking someone else's phone is not nice." "I'm sorry," the boy said. He scratched his head and explained, "I forget that sometimes. I like phones and computers. I like music too, like playing the piano and the guitar, but I'm more into gadgets and computers." Charlie chuckled and said, "I like your enthusiasm." "I'm sorry. My boyfriend is upset because his team lost the game, but he did not mean to get mad." Charlie turned to Luke, saying, "Right?" "I think he means no harm, Luke," Charlie insisted.

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."

He stopped and sighed heavily. "Mr. Adrian, my mummy doesn't have a boyfriend and she's beautiful and hard-working. That's why I want you to be her boyfriend and protect her anytime someone tries to bully her." The little boy explained, his voice gradually fading as he closed his teary eyes to force the tears back. “Hey. Don't cry little boy. I'm all here for you.” Adrian said softly, gently patting the little boy in his back. He rolled his gaze between the little boy and the resume in his hands, now he's already getting upset that of all the tools to use to get close to him, it's so disgusting that some women can go as far as using innocent children to achieve their aims!

Amy finally agreed, leaning into her chair. "Yeah!" We all cheered. My friends and I filled basketball into the really unnecessary P.E form that was handed out to us by the coach. He told us there was no backing out and told us to think about it thoroughly before filling the forms but our minds were already made up. A lot of girls chose basketball and I couldn't blame them. Most of the hottest guys in school were part of the basketball team and I was sure that was why those girls were here. But my friends and I were here for a different purpose. We came for Rowan, my prince charming as they call him.

He tried sitting them down sternly, every fiber of his body ready to jump at the first sign that he was crossing a boundary. Tucker was on the carpet next to Gravity, sorting out a puzzle with her, when he pushed his head up to look at me. "Where's your boyfriend?" "Fiancé," I said to correct him. "And at work." "Mommy don't have a boyfriend!" Gravity proclaimed, bracing her elbows to lean over to a section of her across-the-room My Little Pony puzzle. "She says boys are bad. But she lets Uncle Rhyland watch me, 'cause he is all right for a fuckboy." Hesitate. "What is a fuckboy, Mommy?"