Boys Love Novels & Stories

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."

“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?”

Even models. Well, they have a television. “so who are the Sander twin?” I asked and she stopped dancing. She loves to tell me things I don't know. And truly, she knows lots of things that I don't know “their names are Wilbur and Winifred Sanders. The Wilbur is the boy, he's so cute and it's funny, he's favorite colors are pink and purple” she said “what? Pink and purple? He's gay” I quickly concluded and she laughed

I knew Jasper wasn't taking her seriously any way. Jasper picked up his backpack that was sitting on his cars hood and slung it over his shoulder . I picked up mine from my motorcycle and did same. We made our way to the school gardens.He had his arm on Blondies waist as we walked.She threw her head back in laughter at something he murmured to her.l felt like a freaking third wheel. I could have any girl I wanted due to my looks . Reputation included too.You might not know but girls loved the thrill of the danger that comes with being with a bad boy .

Whatever it was, it was certainly more practical than her generation’s way of wringing the truth out of an emoji. “Boys can’t help being boys. It’s easier for them to say ‘I love you’ than it is for girls and, for a while, they might even believe what they’re saying. But when push comes to shove, they all conveniently develop amnesia. Oh, it’s easy to tell who the boys are all right. There’s plenty of them out there. What you need to learn is how to separate the wheat from the chaff, the real men from the boys.”

I reply. “I’m Charli, and most people treat me okay. I guess. I know I’m not like other boys and I find boys more attractive than girls,” the pretty little boy says. “I even have a boyfriend, sort of. He’s two years older and told me no one can know he kissed me, but you are The Luna and my half sister, so…I guess if you don’t make a mess of anything, because I really like him.”

My flirting skills are subpar and I can only hope the consistent fluttering of my lashes while I look at him from underneath them, catches his attention enough for him to ask for my number later. Cassidy’s crash course on boys 101 taught me that boys like shy girls and I’m aiming for that look even when I am anything but that. I know I said no boys this summer but after last night with mum, I’m suddenly feeling a little rebellious. And what better way to rebel than with boys? Again, that’s another thing I pulled out of Cassidy’s lessons on boys which is ironic because we both have little to no experience in that department. At least, real life ones.

Even his name sounded annoyingly attractive. "Let me guess," I said, trying to sound casual. "He’s some kind of brooding bad boy?" Olivia snorted. "More like a walking red flag." I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" "He’s a playboy," Olivia said bluntly. "The kind who flirts with anything that breathes and leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes." She rolled her eyes. "I swear, half the girls in this school have fallen for his stupid charm at some point. You’d think they’d learn."

He almost resembles a human being, but I know better. “I think you might’ve hit him too hard, Drew,” Lucas goes to pat him on the shoulder. So, the heartless bastard’s name is Drew, I don’t know why but it fits him. “Hey Adrian, did you see how Drew kicked ass?” Lucas gloats towards the other brown eyed boy with the broad shoulders. I would think him a jock if not for his totally badass attire. “Are you okay?” my eyes land back on Drew. I don’t like him, hell, he was capable of handling his daughter to some random stranger but he saved me. My parents always taught me to be grateful of others’ chivalrous actions. I nod my head in response.

Jack's family isn't influential or wealthy; that alone is enough for my parents to spit in disgust at the idea of us ever being together. That is on them, though. I don't care about any of that, and I hate that they always want to shove their ideals and preferences down my throat like I am a fucking puppet and not their daughter. I swallow, my breath coming out in shaky pants as I slowly lift my gaze to meet theirs. “He's my boyfriend,” I say, my eyes blurry as tears filled them watching father's expression closely before I quickly add, “And I love him too.” uncaring of what their reaction will be.