Boyslove Novels & Stories

Both Ambrose and Chad grit in unison. “Baby, I can handle this!” I smile sweetly at Ambrose. “My name is Nova and that fine ass musician you wish would go back to your band is my boyfriend” I say standing up. My skinny jeans and cropped sweater are not hiding my bulge since when I used the restroom earlier I had untucked (I only tuck at school and in drag these days). Ambrose’s eyes travel my body and he quickly comes over to wrap an arm around me. “Babe, you don’t need to tell Joe, shit. I left the band and I am not going back!” Ambrose pulls me against his side protectively.

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.

And now he's at my feet, begging. "Who the fuck sent you?" I ask, running my fingers over the engraving of the gun. It was a gift from Leander when I turned eighteen. It's this beautiful rose gold gun with roses etched into the sides. One of a kind. Never another like it. Just like me. "I don't know!" he cries out in agony.

I got inside and made my way all the way to back and crouched under a desk. Then I let the tears flow.I cried about everything.My mom and dads separation,how shitty I was feeling and my friends betrayal I cried till my head ached and I could feel my face swollen. I continued sobbing till I heard a voice at my back. I raised my head and looked at the person crouching beside me. It was a boy .And not any boy at that ,a freakishly handsome boy.

Hell no. "What?" Chloe asks, blinking and looking away for a second, trying to remember everything in my office, "There's only like three or four guys in your floor. Is it the old one, the crazy one or the emo one? I'm pretty sure the emo one is gay. And we don't need another gay boyfriend in the family." "Fuck you," Celeste growls at her, since her first ever boyfriend turned out to be into boys too. They're really good friends now, "Who is it?"

I did not plan to fall in love before I turned 18, I planned to survive senior year. Lincoln High measured people by two things, college acceptance letters and couple posts, and if you lacked one, you needed the other. The hallways filled with paired hoodies and prom proposals, while my whiteboard filled with one line that stared back at me every morning. BOYFRIEND BEFORE 18, written in thick black marker by my own hand. I told Liv it was a joke, but the marker still sat on my desk.

He’s purposely holding himself back for many reasons, a few of which disappear from his mind when Alex pulls him back, lips brushing over his forehead. Boyfriendbots are apparently really, really good at what they do, Shantal observes.

I opened my perfect set of white teeth, flashing her a smile. Just at the back of her head, a really hot and intimidating guy with numerous tattoos and piercings stood at a corner. His face was a reason for other guys to think they’re ugly. There were girls swooning all over him. “Who’s that guy?” I asked her. “Oh, he’s Asher, the college’s bad boy. His body is a catch and he is ripped, he could even be the perfect boyfriend. But there’s a problem,” “What?” “Rumors says he hates females. I think he might be gay,” My other minion whispered.

You're the cure, you're the pain You're the only thing I wanna touch" Note: THIS PART CONTAINS SCENES OF NUDITY AND SXX. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. IN OTHER WORDS, IF YOU'RE NOT OKAY WITH THIS, THEN DONT READ THE CHAPTER. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! ❌🚫‼️ ~×~×~×~ Tony's POV It's the fear, it's the anger, it's the pre hurt, it's fright of being a disappointment to everyone.

They're known as the holy trinity of jerks. "Nah! Stating the fact that he's so pathetic. He chose his work instead of staying with me? Besides, I wouldn't fuck somebody like him, he's gay, a virus," "Men! Your ex is so over with you," "Sure he is!" "He's your boyfriend, right? You shouldn't be saying things like that about him, I know it's not the end for you two," Miggy tried to defend someone he never knew. Throughout their friendship, Sou has never told anyone about his boyfriend. He never flexed him to anyone or anywhere, he acted single even in front of him which always hurts his partner's ego.