Boyxboy Novels & Stories

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.

An incessant drumming, a strident guitar matching the voice that sings the verses I don't know. — What is this music? — Haven't you ever heard it? — he asks, shaking his head. — It's called Boys don't cry, it's by a British band called The Cure, who were very successful in the 80's? — What does it talk about? — It literally talks about a guy who has lost the love of his life, and tries to disguise his sadness in order not to appear fragile in front of others, claiming that boys don't cry. — It sounds too sad, why are we listening?

They stared like I’d grown an extra head. “What the… You’re really his boyfriend?” the boy asked. I chuckled, loving the drama. Couldn’t believe something like this could make me feel good. I picked up the smoothie—looked like vomit but tasted surprisingly nice—and took a sip. “Thanks for the smoothie,” I said, handing the boy a folded, slightly stained fifty-dollar bill. “Keep the change.” The boy opened the drawer, but I waved him off. “You guys keep it.” “Holy shit!” he exclaimed, turning to the girl, grinning wildly.

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.

the cutting boy said as a large magical seal appeared in front of him and shot lots of slash marks towards the bees. "They are too much!" The cutting boy said as he stopped his attacks and continued running. "Oh, did you just realize that mister hotshot!" The shiny boy replied. "Fine your attack wasn't pathetic, happy now!" The cutting boy said. "Yes, yes I am" the shiny boy replied. "Well that isn't necessary if we are all going to die!" The other boy said. "Hey parasite, why don't you shut your mouth and be useful for once!" The cutting boy replied.

My locker was next to Sofia Martinez, who had a photo of her and her boyfriend taped inside. “Are you going to the game Friday,” Sofia asked. “Yeah,” I said, spinning my lock, “probably.” “Cool,” she said, fixing her hair, “bring a date, it is more fun.” “Right,” I said, “fun.” I grabbed my English book, and my phone buzzed. It was a reminder I set for myself last week. BOYFRIEND BEFORE 18, with a little calendar emoji. I stared at it, then turned my phone off. I did not need the reminder, the whiteboard was enough, the hallway was enough, and the date on my driver’s license was enough. I turn 18 in six months. Six months to figure it out.

For the first time in twenty-four years, Adrian Vale wasn't in control. And as he looked down at the artist—the boy who had ruined his tie, his schedule, and his heart—Adrian realized that he had never felt more powerful. "I break the rule," Adrian whispered against Kai’s neck. "I break them all." Kai wrapped his legs around Adrian’s waist, pulling him down. "Good boy," he breathed.

My mark is simply on her, all other fuck boys in school will stay clear of her and wait till I'm done with her, and I can't wait to actually use her and discard her publicly. "Bryan." I heard Adam and the other boys call, I slowed down a bit so they could catch up with me. Adam and the other boys. Liam, Bruno and Malik are my close pals. We are literally the most popular boys in high school and I am their leader. "We got your message last night," Malik said, unplugging his ear pud. "The new girl is yours and you want to fuck her," Adam said, whistling at the end. "Pass her to me when you are done, I think she is untouched though." Bruno said.

But she didn't want 18 to freak him out because for some reason some guys who are older find that young but with a small shrug and the biting of her bottom lip she just simply said, "18." "Yeah I thought you might be." he nodded. "Well what about you Tattoo boy? Are you like one of those creepy old people who look insanely good for their age?" she teased and was happy when he laughed again. "No, I am 22, well almost 23." "Well good now that we got all that out the way, can I have your number?" she grinned at him tilting her head to the side some. "Well look who isn't so embarrassed any more." He teased making her roll her eyes as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and handed it to he

I go find that bonnet anywhere, but I can't go back to that place, then a boy handed me the bonnet. "Maybe this is yours" he said in a genuine tone. I was amazed because he is cute and approachable, we had same interests also a vocalist in his band. "If you want, you can try the spot of guitarist in our band, I'm so happy that I've met you, are you available tomorrow?" he asks, and we exchange numbers to update him my whereabouts, even told him my guitar collections which is exciting to tell because not all of my ORG have this artistic side, so I better know my people's heart and want.