Feminine Bf Novels & Stories

“How do I know what you say is true? All of these pictures were taken at one time and not multiple times as you claimed." “My future mate has the cutest small crescent moon on her left hip. I bet it is very sensitive. I can’t wait to suck on it. She is so responsive to my words. How much more responsive will she be when I finally take her? Like I said, I’m a patient male and she is worth the wait.” Alpha Richard said. “I will kill you and her before I let you have her. Zell is MINE! Emil growled.

"We don't do fragile, weak, petite, and all that stuff." "So you don't enjoy anything about Braze that could be argued is strictly a heterosexual kink? Brandon asked pointedly. "You don't like it when Braze looks up at you with big, dark-lashed, pretty eyes, pink plush lips, and a decidedly feminine flush when you're fucking him? You don't like it when he looks pretty and a bit like a girl?" Win gaped. "Well, I like how he always looks.

"What? Do I look like a five year old, or are you normally this rude?" "I'm not being rude to you," the women with a Mediterranean cast to her features reposed. "You've put us behind the other ladies. In case you haven't figured it out, that's a bad thing on our first day." "Am I to believe this is your first day?" I smirked. We stopped by another woman's desk. Did I mention that this corporation must raid beauty pageants for their staff? Buffy was a medium height brunette with long hair and a perfectly shaped oval face. Her eyes were the lightest shade of brown I'd ever seen – almost golden.

I tilted my head, squinting at him to show how serious I am about the ice cream. "Alright lets go. But if I puke, I'm doing it all over you." Apparently, he wasn't taking me seriously because he laughed at my very serious threat. We walked to the training grounds. Many people greeted me with 'hello Beta Female', 'Good morning Beta Female'. Some teen girls even called me BF which was very funny to me. I really loved the fact that people have accepted me as their Beta Female.

I frowned slightly, my unease about to spill over. The next second, the phone in my palm vibrated. There came a notification of an update on the campus forum. Someone posted, "Shocking news! Two girls fought over one guy in an elective class today!"

I asked still punching the wall, I didn't care if it's hurt like crazy or blood was all over the place. "Of course not Rina. I think we are all strong in a different way" She answered fearfully. "Rina you are strong, brave ... don't let anyone tell you otherwise, do you think any girl would want to be mated to a Beast like Damien? I know Fiona would, but she cannot tame him, she's scared of him. You are the first girl who isn't scared of Damien, I think you should give yourself some credit" She explained with a hint of pride which calm me down a little, I let her lead me to the living room. "I will get the first aid kit and clean up" She told me.

I said. “Okay. Well by the time you’re out of her and you get better you will probably be sick whipped.” Radike teased. “Getat disrespectfully. How do you even know it would be good?” I said. “Ha, do you not read blogs? They always have females fighting for them all the time most especially Femi. Most especially Femi. Which lady will fight for a man who don’t give her good dick? And these are classy girls o. Not chewing gum babes.” She said.

I could tell it was a very bad word. In a heartbeat, the room filled with more than two hundred pre-teen girls grew quiet altogether. All eyes were on her, and how could they not? It was so weird to hear someone actually speak out her mind, at least here. Because here, women's opinion is supposed to be like the dark side of the moon; it exists, yet it is never exposed. But Sam was not the modest dark side of the moon. She was a proud Sirius A; a beautiful, free spirit we can't afford, Sister Cecilia said.

She repeated herself, this time more fiercely. “I swear to you, bitch, call my mum’s name one last time, and your tongue will leave your mouth.” I warned. I value women so much, but Fiona, Fiona, wasn’t a woman. I believe she’s trans because what she has beneath her chest is the heart of a man. Now that’s just her heart. What about her body? What the hell do her lovers see in her, anyway?

Benath the strong smell of pine was the faintest whiff of something sweet—vanilla I think. Mix ti together, and it was uniquely her. Fuck. This woman was my mate. I walked towards her, captivated by her scent. Then I heard her. A low growl, followed by the heavy thud of someone hitting the ground. “We must make her ours!” my wolf growled. I clamed down on that feeling, digging my claws into the palm of my hand. “Calm down,” I ordered. I stepped into view and froze. She moved like a weapon—fast, controlled, brutal. A thin black ribbon covered her eyes, but it didn’t seem to matter. Her body knew what it was doing. Every kick, every punch, every twist of her hips was precise. Deadly.