Boyxboy Novels & Stories

-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.

Ethan said. They just sat right under the tree and observed people walking around. Some are running, some are eating their lunch, and some are just like them, resting. Ethan heard his phone made a sound, and he checked it, and there was a notification. Chrystyn asked, "What's that?" "I don't know. It keeps vibrating, and there are many notifications." He checked all of that; these notifications were tags, and these tags only led to one post. Boy's love in the comfort room!!! We don't have the chance to see them, but we all know that this shoe here belongs to Troye. Who's with him? Who's the mystery guy???

"That would be nice but save yourself first don't worry about me, as long as you stay alive, that is enough, then I know that this moment didn't go to waste." Taking a closer look at the boy, Jamie saw he wasn't so bad, maybe living with a bunch of psychos has affected him in some way but he was still a boy, a very innocent one at that and one he was certain would love to live a life just like every other normal teenage boy. "What is your name?" "Boiy." "Boy?" Jamie asked. He laughed, "it is spelled. B.O.I.Y." "Sounds like Boy." Jamie laughed with him.

She chuckles “We’re here” I said as I alerted the others. “Take off our shoes, you’re about to enter the Seer’s tent” A little boy dressed in white said to us “uhm… Okay” “Okay” “This should be interesting” “Go in, I’ll be right behind you” I wave Gabi as I sensed she was hesitant “You know what to do” I winked at the young boy before giving him 50nen “Thank you kind sir, may the odds be in your favor” He winked back

Sue: "Mal, we will offer you three options at this point. You can sign some divorce papers which I just happen to have ready for you, and leave quietly. You can fight my strapping son (he flexed those damn muscles again; I literally shook, cowering before him.) OR, you can choose to be our house boy. We were going to offer you something like 'a fair half share in the estate' but I remembered that night when you drunkenly brought your slut girlfriend from work, as well as those nights you didn't come home. And the night when my nose was pushed out of place when I 'walked into a door'. Because of these warm, wonderful memories, your service as 'house boy' will be fun and entertaining...for us

I snapped, walking closer to him. “I have been with girls and boys, have sex everywhere, I have had threesomes, foursomes, foursomes and…” “Why the fuck are you telling me this? To make me jealous?” I yelled, getting jealous. He just let out a little laugh, before he continued. “No, I'm saying this because I have never had a threesome with boys, it is always with two girls, a boy and a girl” he stated, pressing his lips together. I let out a little laugh, he must be insane.

“Oh wait…” Pretty boy exhaled sharply and muttered something that sounded like “unbelievable.” Good. What will be my gain if no one is pissed at me? I kicked off my boots, one thudding to the floor dramatically. “So, pretty boy. You like jazz? Or are you more of a 'complain quietly and repress all emotion' kind of guy?” He glared. “Don’t call me Pretty boy.” “Got it. Pretty. Boy. Princess of Cellblock C. We’ll find your vibe eventually.”

Every time I tried to focus, it felt like a hundred invisible threads pulled for my attention. A boy two rows ahead, tall, red hair that shimmered like fire when the light hit it, tapped his claws against the desk in a restless rhythm. I caught the faintest shimmer of scales at his jawline when he turned his head. Dragon-blooded. Next to him, a boy with an easy smirk and dark eyes traced idle patterns in the air, shapes that made the girls around him flush. Incubus, Of course. And then there was the real problem. The boy directly behind me. I had asked Talia his name and she said Kai.

is how intoxicating the fire can be or how it doesn't come at you like a roaring blaze. No. It flickers in shadows, finds you in your loneliness, boredom, and hunger to feel something real. It curls around your ankles like smoke under a locked door. And by the time you realize the room is on fire, it's too late. Boys like him don't storm in and tear down walls. They don't announce themselves with alarms or warnings. They slide into your DMs around 2:07 a.m. with something borderline stupid enough to make you roll your eyes. You should ignore it and go to bed.