Fuccboi Novels & Stories

I'm so fucked. *****************************************

Ash: Doom OF: Ashy, what? Ash: Oh my fucking god OF: Ashybear Ash: What have you done, Paul OF: ASHYBEAR? OF: There are so many OF: F*ck OF: Uncontrollable OF: They are bursting OF: Mia, hold me back MC: No OF: UWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWU

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

“Goodbye motherfucker.” Bang!

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

It’s one of those moments that’s insignificant in the grand scheme of things, yet it suddenly clicks that this person is going to become irreplaceable. Mateo makes his way back to the living room with Lucas and his little brother Giano in tow. Seeing this, Rob quits trying to goad Alex into a rematch and instead yells for everyone to make their way outside for a game of soccer. The boy practically bounds out the house, most likely assuming he’ll redeem himself. He’s got a good chance – Alex might be stronger, but Rob’s long legs give him a speed advantage. Despite how gangly Rob seems, soccer is his niche.

“I fucking love it. Touch me everywhere. Bite me. Bruise me. I want to feel it tomorrow. I want to remember everything.” Fuck

his voice dripping with lust oh boyyyyy

I peered at it, with a small smile on my face… “Jesus fucking Christ!” someone cursed loudly. I turned around sharply. “Fuck.” He covered his mouth with his hand. “How old are you? I’m not supposed to cuss. Are you one of Olivia’s friends?” I stared wide-eyed at the boy standing at the bathroom door, clutching a towel to the front of him with one hand, like I was staring at a ghost. His dark hair was still damp, and water was trickling over his body. He had bright blue eyes like Olivia. He was handsome, even more handsome than Caleb, and Caleb was the hottest boy in class.

Every rational thought scattered. Fuck.