Exposed Fag Novels & Stories

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."

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.]

**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

“That girl is nothing but right.” Hailey waved them off, “Admit you guys are jealous! Anyways, Lincoln, since you're out now, should I become your fag hag?” “Ugh!” Taylor groaned, then facepalmed. “That's offensive, Hailey!” Evie snapped at her. “No, it's not. If it's said with love, it's not.” Hailey defended. “Uhm, what's a fag hag?” Lincoln asked in confusion.

Gosh I almost lost it back there, Nora is so annoying! Mom words popped up on my head. •Be careful Zara. Do not get into trouble• I sighed and bit my lower lip, I was about to twist the door knob and leave when I heard footsteps. I turned gently to see the blue haired cutie stepping out from a door. The upper buttons of his shirt are opened, showing his chest. Waiting a sec......what was he doing here?. This is a female restroom. As soon as I thought of that, the sassy queen bee stepped out of the same door Negan came out from.