Catboy Novelas e Histórias

My eyes widen as he gets down on one knee and tends me his hand. “Hayat Aiyer, will you be my girlfriend?” (*^▽^*)

Finally there was the Rolex; This category was not always seen much in the Hero-League owing to the fact that the people that were tagged Rolexs had been experimented on when they were much younger, hence they had extraordinary abilities, all thanks to science. Their code color was red. Now these five categories could be found in any ranking. You could be a Rolex and be a Slad or a Rolex and be a D-rank; the same was applicable in every category. Categories were kinda like genders; now you wouldn't say because he's a boy he won't be in kindergarten or because she's a girl she's not allowed in the university. So Ranking was similar to the classes in our schools. "Suzanne! Get down here! Your

Ava, a tomboy, who created trouble at the college, her grades were bad and teachers were tired of her. But she had rich parents so no one dared to stop her from doing anything wrong. She had a bold personality but her rich family had nothing to do with the fact that everyone was afraid of her. She had her gang and they went around bullying others at the campus. She once saved, a nerd, Grace from being bullied because she was the only one who could do so. She was interested in that mysterious quiet girl and expressed her interest by bullying her.

What the fuck! It was him. My boyfriend, Demonte Damelo. "Echo! Echo! What's wrong?" I heard the dull and bloated voice of Rebecca? Aish... Her drinking habits! "Nothing. I just had some nightmares," I shouted back pushing his hands out of my face. I knew that I would have more problems if I don't speak. "Should I come to your room?" she asked. No!No! She shouldn't come to my room. Not right now.

"Dude, you've been training her for a month. The girl likes you. Why else would she drink that shit you make every morning? And no girl works out five days a week!" Christopher looked away. "Don't turn this into a game." He turned back to them with a cold look on his face. "This isn't a game." His heart was drumming in his chest and he was angry but unsure. Carlos stepped forward. "There is no bet. We're all routing for you, Beast. That's all. Just ask her out…or else." He looked at Carlos in confusion. The big man flexed his muscles. He was a foot shorter than Christopher. He looked at the other two guys. They were flexing their muscles, too.

It was the second time I was getting up close to, mystery cafeteria boy. The mystery part of the name fits him. He had this air around him that felt like it was constantly screaming- I don't give a Fuck to the world. Even now, he wasn't bothered to spare me a side glance. Instead he brought out airpods and plugged them in and covered them with his hair. I don't think he wanted to play anything. Probably was him trying to tell me he wasn't interested in any form of conversation. But I was nervous, and when I was nervous or overly excited I became extremely chatty and said things without reservations.

Alucard knows everything about that person but when Alucard realized it, he pushed him down with a horrified face. "How could this happen? Is my mate... a boy?" That was the Alucard’s panic speaking to him, he never felt attracted to a man but the fact that his mate was a boy was a humiliation to his reputation. The boy on the cold floor was looking at the frozen lake under his finger with a quiet expression, he was pressing his left hand in that bite trying to stop the bleeding until the wound close a little, Jaden was the name of Alucard's soul mate but he wasn't an omega.

I am not that girl. I am the tomboy. Forever holding the bro-code in my hands. When they need an extra for flag football, hello, here I am. When they need a water boy. Hello. When they need an extra soccer player for the boy's team. Hi, again. When they need a backup skater for the skateboarding club, it's a boys-only club, by the way. What's up bitches?

Kat sighs inwardly but keeps a poker face. The teacher is rambling on and on about computers but she doesn’t care much. Her knowledge on technology is far advanced than high school stuff. “Troy, are we up for the party tonight at your place?” a girl whispers to someone at the back. Kat’s ears perk up. A party? A blonde haired boy looks at the girl. His dark eyes are sharp and brooding, his hair tousled. The boy is quite tall with a muscular build thanks to playing soccer. He rolls his eyes and addresses the girl.

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"