Boyxboy Novels & Stories

"Thank you precious girl he's perfect, you're perfect." THE END

I'm doomed! "I'm Alexander Villamonte, a pleasure to meet you." He said when he realized that we haven't introduced our names to each other so he's still basically a stranger. Damn! What situation I got myself into! It's trouble. "Follow me!" Dad said with full of authority. We quietly followed them to the living room Xander and I sat side by side while mom and dad were sitting across from us. I just played with my hands due to nervousness. Why do I have this feeling as if I am introducing a boyfriend?

That was my true power, the power of the legendary Moonborn bloodline. "You're incredible, Lyrik. My Luna," said Adrian. His eyes shone with deep admiration and a hint of sorrow. The elevator doors suddenly slammed open at our sacred moment. "Lyrik!" yelled Liam. He burst in and looked very pale. His eyes were full of fear, shock, and anger. "I felt it… That power surge… No way, this can't be real!" he yelled. He stared at me as if he was seeing me for the first time. I could feel his immense shock. My presence alone was so powerful that he instinctively trembled as a Beta.

The whispers had grown louder, the shoves more forceful, and the isolation around Daniel had become a thick, suffocating blanket. He was the new kid, small for his age, with an unfortunate stutter that made him an easy target for the trio of older boys who ruled the back corner of the schoolyard. Every day was a new gauntlet of taunts, tripped feet, and the cold dread of what might come next. Their leader named Peter was the son of the chairman and other two were his lackeys who did whatever Peter told them to and in exchange Peter would give them money . They both were from delinquent background and always the one to act on Peter's idea of bullying.

Heather squeezes my hand and drags me closer to my doom. We trudge up the front steps to a party somehow already in full swing. The bass of some awful song pounds into my skull, and eight people touch me before we even reach the door. There, a muscular frat boy puts up a hand to stop us. “By declaration of the quarterback king of all time, Everett Beck—” Heather clears her throat, and the frat boy actually looks down at us. “Oh, shit!” he yells like we’re not right in front of him. “Fucking sorry, dudes. Go right inside. Drinks on the left.”

One of his hands left her hip and snaked around, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex. He circled it with expert precision. That was all it took. The world shattered. Colors exploded behind her closed eyelids. A wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful crashed over her, and she screamed his name, her body convulsing around him. He followed her over the edge moments later with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the mansion, his body pulsing as he spilled into her. They collapsed against the counter, both trembling and breathless. The aftershocks rippled through Lia's exhausted body.

confused as we were, she continued to explain. "The cafeteria is the most crucial area in the entire school. We have everybody here. We've got the Social Butterflies, The Divas aka the Prom Queens, The Sports Club, The Academic Team, The Theater Group, and the worst of them all. The playboys beware of the playboys. The playboys have this procedure of using and dumping girls. For instance, you see that guy in the middle that's surrounded by girls that's Jamie. He's the leader of the playboys. I heard if he doesn't get what he wants, his friends will bully you until you do what he says.

Mom said irritably. " Brian's father owes Big D, apparently Mr. Tremblay isn't just some wealthy businessman, he has men who do dirty work for Big D, in order words he trains boys to become assassins for Big D's use." My mom dropped her wine glass and sat up on the chair. " I'm gonna need you to sit down Mason." " Fine" Mason said sitting down. " Go on"

"But you're just an insect. Don't try to step on my toes, okay? You’ll get crushed." Ben stared at the boy in the mirror. The thing was sickeningly confident, and it made his blood boil. But those hooded eyes showed no traces of ignorance or stupidity. They made him feel like a helpless child, they stared right through him. He gripped the useless magnets tight like a safety blanket. He wanted to throw them at his jeering face. "Bugs can be poisonous, for one." Tyler taught him that. “And for two, it’s a little hard to step on a stupid mirrors toes, it doesn’t have any.”

Not like I was reviewing the book. Dang! I feel so embarrassed right now. But, I'm not mad. I promise you. but for now, Let's move to our next book.... WINNING WALKER. Thanks for all you do. But yeah, The Boynextdoor Is over. Like my counter people would say... DONE AND DUSTED.