Exposed Fag Novels & Stories

MARK "Yes, I am sterile," I repeated, my voice dropping to a harsh, ragged whisper that cut through the silence like broken glass. I took a step forward, closing the distance between us until I was towering over the two people who had just dismantled my life. "And that means I can't father a child. Which means the bastard growing in your womb is definitely not mine."

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

"You told everyone I picked on you at school, didn't you? Besides, Mom and Dad already know I have bipolar disorder. They won't pin this on me." I forced Hilda's head down into the toilet. "I won't let you…" she spluttered. "Just you wait…" When I walked back into class that afternoon, everyone was staring at me strangely. "Valerie actually came back? She is a murderer." "She pushed the transfer student from Class 3 to jump at lunch." "A bully in our class? That's terrifying." Whispers pressed in from every direction. I froze, then quickly pulled out my phone and opened the news.

In the next second, the image began to shake violently. The angle shifted toward the bedroom doorway. It captured my face. Pale. Frozen. Helpless. In my hand, I was clutching a sheet of paper so tightly the edges had crumpled. The camera zoomed in. It was a pregnancy report. Four weeks pregnant. The internet exploded. Comments flooded the screen like a storm. [Wasn’t this guy just accusing Natalie of cheating? Turns out he was the one cheating. What a joke.] [Can men like this be legally banned from dating? Asking for society.]

Fuck me. *****************************************

**Chapter 103: Exposed** The video was everywhere. By morning, every major news outlet, gossip site, and social media platform had clipped, slowed down, or looped the most damning segments. My voice—breathy, broken, crying out “Daddy, please”—played on repeat. The sound of leather striking skin. The wet, obscene rhythm of Damien fucking me from behind. My tear-streaked face twisted in pleasure and surrender. #VossBDSM leaked. #DaddysGoodGirl trended worldwide. Memes. Reaction videos. Late-night hosts making jokes. Religious groups calling for my children to be taken away. Feminist commentators debating whether I was empowered or brainwashed.

but I want to make it mine, she purred who the hell makes such a sound I asked myself while glaring at her Anyway, I overheard your conversation and I am not surprised that your mom is a prostitute, no offense though, but I suggest that you don't reconcile with the man because he may not be your father and if it is possible, you run away from home because they may not even need you again and you are better off on the street. she said with a mocking pitch. Please leave me alone, I said Anyway I just wanted to inform you that I recorded all the conversation even the one you had with you parents and I am going to upload it to the school group chat and show everyone how pathetic your family memb

"I gave her money out of kindness, but I never expected her to be this shameless, playing the victim to try and seduce my husband!" Someone had even uploaded photos of me that had been maliciously photoshopped. They claimed I purposely dressed provocatively on the streets to exploit people's sympathy for the disabled just to hook a rich guy. The comment section was a toxic wasteland. "A total parasite on society. People like her deserve to die!" "Losing that leg was probably karma!" Tears streamed down my face in desperation, but after people heard I was a homewrecker, none of them were willing to help me.

Laline Kanna talked non-stop. Moments later, Anne Jenner opened F******k. Found the two latest hot searches, which are the most eye-catching. # boss Soul photo show proof # To be more convincing, Edward Mitchell also used a F******k account with traces. She didn't press the button, just asked Laline Kanna, "When are you coming back?" Laline Kanna went abroad to participate in a fashion show. Laline Kanna laughed, "I'll be back soon, maybe I can celebrate Tet with you."

"OK slut we are going on a little trip, on the way you are allowed to finger yourself and play with your nipples, no coming though that's for later, I know people that will pay good money to see that" Fay's mind was racing, she was a natural exhibitionist but the thought of being displayed in public, performing the most personal act imaginable shocked her sensibilities. They sped off, Fay obediently fingering herself, only to aware of her need to come, she dare not risk it though there was no telling what her Master would make her do as a punishment.