Boyxboy Stories Novels & Stories

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

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.

boy. That boy is black hair, wears brown pants and a black leather jacket. He must be one of those motorcyclists. Kate is looking at herself in the mirror and crying silently. His hair is now collected and he has a hat on. This is not his shame. I put my elbows on the shoulder shoulder and rest my chin on them. This will be sooo boring. And that is barely three. I yawn and I hope. • 9:59. Just one minute. Just one minute. "God, it was about time!" I can't stand being in the same place as irrelevant people, ”says Kate, taking her things. I know he said it for me. You plan to go. "Where are you going?" There is still a minute left, ”I tell him. She laughs. "I'm leaving because I want to," he

Boys always think spreading out makes them look bigger. His eyes drag over me not in the appreciative way, in the microscopic way. "Your voice has changed." I shrug. "Cold mornings throws it off." For a second, there's silence, and I almost think I've played it cool. Then he tilts his head, studying me with a manic gleam in those creepy pitch black eyes. "You know," Roan says lightly, "girls who think they can run forever... eventually trip." My throat tightens but my smile doesn't falter. "Good thing I'm not a girl, then."

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.

“He told me that he has accepted his father’s death a long time ago. He feels that what I am doing is a mistake, just like LB has told me. He does not want anyone to get hurt. He also does not want to have to choose sides when it comes to both of us. We have decided to keep him out this war. He will not be involved. We will not allow it.” I then look at Jessblue. Ready to tell her about Boy. “There is one more thing I want to share with you that only I have told one person and that is LB. It is the only way to keep Boy safe from everyone.” I clear my throat and begin to tell Jessblue What Boy truly is. “Boy is a Hybrid Royal. He was created from human lineage, Royal Bampire blood, and Dire W

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

“Dead serious. You’ve been a very, very bad boy." I reached for the candle I’d placed on my nightstand earlier and lit it, letting the wax start to melt, his eyes following my every move with curiosity. “Wait,” he said slowly, “what are you–” The first drop of hot wax hit his chest. “Fuckkk!” he gasped, jerking. I smirked, then let another drop. Then another, slowly tracing a path down to his stomach. “You’re insane,” he groaned, breathing out. “Maybe. But you love it.”

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.

“Don’t believe a word he says. But if you want to talk about real injuries, let me tell you about the time I dislocated both my hips and still won my fight.” “I think that’s enough tall tales for one afternoon,” I say before George can fill Cassandra with more stories that might or might not be true. “Sorry, boys, but my new boss is a real hard-ass,” Cassandra tells them and then whispers loudly enough for me to hear, “If I can sneak back over here later, I want to hear all about that hip thing.” “You got it,” George tells her with a wink. “I think you’ve got a fan club,” I say when we walk to the front of the gym.