Bruno Mars Gay Novels & Stories

The headline read: BILLIONAIRE CEO OF TERRA CORPORATION, TRISTAN RICHMOND, GAY! The section had gone on to describe the events of the previous night, detailing Tristan’s party and the high-profile individuals until Tristan had appeared with his date. But that wasn’t even the distressing part. Tristan was a billionaire CEO. Even if he had bad PR, it was still going to work out fine for him. But on the next page, I who had fought for so long to keep my sexuality separate from my family was splashed in bold print. There was a picture of me from the party, and then there were pictures of Tristan and I kissing.

LUTHER Marlon stare at the flower, his strong fingers holding the stalk a little too tight. “Hey, you are going to crush it,” I take the flower from him. That was a mistake. His eyes look like I have just stabbed him over and over again. Even though I didn't mean it. “Um, so you know who sent it to you?” “What the hell are you talking about, I don't! I'm like the only openly gay person in this school,” I snort leaves my mouth, and I almost smack myself in the face.

He looked up when I came in, and his expression softened almost imperceptibly. "Mark, I'll call you back." He hung up and handed me a cup of coffee. "Good morning." "Morning. What was that about?" "Martin's PI found something or thinks he found something. He's claiming he has proof that I'm not gay and that the marriage is fraudulent." I took a sip of coffee. "What kind of proof?" "None, because there's nothing to find." He said it simply, without hesitation. "But Martin is going to present whatever he has at the board meeting next week. He's asking for a vote to invalidate the marriage."

“Makes sense why she came here, to make sure he doesn’t have an office girlfriend,” Rose replied. “Good for her. He doesn’t flirt with any. She would think it’s all good,” Breanna replied. “Yeah, we have very beautiful and talented women in this company. Yet he acted like he was gay all this time,” Rose added. “You mean asexual,” Tina corrected. “Even Lucas—openly gay and handsome—couldn’t get his attention.” “It’s sad that this is the choice he made,” Breanna sighed. “I wish them luck… but the sad reality is that it won’t last.

Carlos asked, taking a sip on his coffee. “Probably getting fucked!”. Damien groans lazily. “Are you being serious? I thought he was impotent. I have never seen him with a girl”. “That Doesn’t mean he doesn’t get fuck by a guy!.” “Oh lord!”. Carlos exclaimed, covering his mouth. “Max… Max is gay!???.” “Bisexual if I must say, I have seen him fucked a girl before!”. “Jesus! I can’t believe this! Do you know the guy?”. Carlos raised his eyebrow curiously.

Sometimes it was easy to feel alone even though you were surrounded by thousands of people. But I tried to stay away from him because this will be interpreted differently by our fans. Some videos were going around on YouTube saying that we are gay and in love with each other. Some even say that we are already married. Even though they do that 'ship' thing with every other member in the band, the company was disturbed by our videos since it was getting a lot of attention and warned us to be careful in public.

“Father, elders, members of both packs… I need to tell you the truth.” I took a breath, gathering every ounce of courage I could muster. “I’m gay,” I said, and the words echoed in the sudden stillness. “I’ve always been attracted to males, never females. And I cannot—I will not—marry Seraphina and force her into a life of unhappiness and neglect. She deserves better than a mate who couldn’t stand the thought of mating with her. Who would never love her the way she should be loved. And I deserve the chance to be honest about who I am.”

He thought I was her boyfriend. I snorted. Then I laughed. Then I laughed so hard the entire damn room stared at me, including Grandpa Roman, who simply blinked in shock, then laughed because I was laughing. "Bro," I choked, wiping a tear away. "I'm gay." Gym-Bro-Grandson turned bright red. Lily groaned and hit my arm. "Yuki, please," she whispered. I was not sorry. And then—because the universe knew this moment needed to be immortalized—the record player crackled, and the opening strains of A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton started playing.

Mario: Tell what? Gaymo: That we’re dating, and we love each other. Mario: Huh? You went too far, Gaymo. Gaymo: You mean, you don’t love me? Mario: Of course I love you, but as a friend. Gaymo: But you kissed me. Mario: Yes, because I love you as a friend. You’re like a sister. You remind me of my sister, Martha. Gaymo: I hate you. That is our conversation. I hate him so much right now. I was embarrassed with all the things he said. If that’s not love, then what is it? Will magic do some changes?

He probably didn't imagine being gay. "Does this mean I am gay?" Marcus says in a hushed whisper. "Hold on, no one is explaining why the chocolate hunk screamed MATE when he touched me?" Gary questions. "He is bound to you for life. You two are destined to be lovers now," I explain to Gary. Marcus still looks scared, but Gary's eyes glitter with excitement. At least one of them is taking it well. "For life? Woohoo! I knew coming here was a good decision! This is great news. Better than these delicious carrot thingies."