Exposed Fag Novels & Stories

Honest. He didn’t answer immediately, which scared me for a second. Then he said, “If I ever do that, call me out.” I searched his face. No hesitation. No calculation. Just him. And that softened something in me. The real issue came the next morning. An article dropped. Not messy. Not dramatic. Just… suggestive. Something about “rapid engagement timelines following unexpected announcements.” No names. But everyone knew. My phone started buzzing. Maya sent me the link before I even opened it.

"Fuck, Raven." Because he kept darting his gaze between her dress and her eyes, sucking in a breath when she'd told him what she wasn't wearing, she screwed with him a little. "Those were my sentiments. Figured going commando would make access easier. This is one of your favorite dresses on me, too, right? Does it drive you nuts that I'm commando?" "Stop saying commando. I'm about to make us the gallery's focus by turning you into an exhibitionist."

Perfect! A friend of Vanessa's. Sure, this was guaranteed to work! Samson fumed but he knew it was too late to call the whole thing off, and he knew that even if he tried, Mark wouldn't listen to him. He ended the call, not giving Mark a chance to elaborate any further. Great! Now that stripper from the other night knew knew about his little problem. Vanessa knew about it too. The stripper coming tonight would probably find out too. Soon all the vampires and humans in Greenville would know about it too. He’d be the laughing stock of every party, the butt of every joke.

Fuchsia said. “Purple, you’re not going to fight me?” Black asked. Purple glared at her brother. “Do you want me to? I’ll find the amygdala in your brain and feed it to you.” Black sighed. “Thank goodness.” “But—wait! Which one of you is gay? Is it you?!” Purple hissed at her brother. “No, ah!” Black replied quickly. Purple looked at Grey on the laptop. “So, you?” “Not me either. Maybe bisexual? Because we like both girls and guys. It just so happens that I got captivated by my baby boy,” Grey said with a smile.

I did not waste time explaining. I dropped the folder of documents into the group chat. The title read: 'Adrian Cole and Chloe Bennett: Three Years of Hotel Stays and Financial Transfers' The first file contained their hotel records from the past three years, timestamped down to the minute. The second showed Adrian’s transfers to Chloe, from designer bags costing a few thousand dollars to a six-figure down payment on her sports car. The third was a screenshot of a post Chloe had uploaded three days earlier.

Overnight, they became the internet's most hated group. One of Haley's closest lackeys, who was already engaged and planning her wedding, had her engagement called off because of the exposé. Devastated, she went to Haley, begging her to explain the situation and clear her name. But Haley, who was already preoccupied with her own troubles, snapped, "You're nothing but a gold-digging slut! How am I supposed to clear your name? Get lost and stop bothering me!" Shocked and enraged, the woman pushed Haley off the fourth floor before jumping after her.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Vermont snorted. Felicity glanced at him and said, "He posted those pictures on his social media, which is not the same as you being naked right in front of me." Vermont's mouth twitched, "Hey, miss bandit. I'm telling you, based on my experience, men who like to take pictures of their abs are either scumbags or gay. So remember to keep your eyes out; this applies to 90% of the population."

He paused for a moment and added, "However, you should still be careful not to let malicious people take advantage of the situation and spread any outrageous rumors that could harm your reputation." I stayed neutral. I was confident in my skills. I had thrived in the company because of my abilities, and my ability to thrive under Osborn was also thanks to my outstanding flattery skills! So, what was there to worry about?