Gay Fanfiction Problem Novels & Stories

“Vincent?” She groaned, slumping forward. “He’s impossible. I call, he’s cold. Short with me. I try to get close, he walks away. Like I’m some disease he’s avoiding.” Her mouth pressed into a hard line. “It’s so damn frustrating.” Gabby reached over, grabbed her hand. “He’s an idiot. I can say that, he’s my damn cousin. He’s never had a real girlfriend. Just random girls, hookups, whatever. He doesn’t know how to deal with actual feelings.”

How he wounded himself when not in the heat of the fight is still beyond logic. "You do not care for my answer. Why make an inquiry of it in the first place?" I growl, gall brushing my voice with remarkably tough bristles. Fabian quirks up an eyebrow. I can see the wheels turning in his head as he attempts to figure me out. Is it so blatant that Savion is not my only problem? This frustration brewing up in my guts is from the were's refusal to submit and the novel wanting in my sexual history. A trial deriving from the lack of progress between me and the Luna—the very woman who should be holding a place in my bed.

Before, it was not good, because the other person's mind was not placed on us, so it was extremely miserable, because seeing without understanding, we could only struggle in the pool of suffering. The person who is most hurt most is the female. So, she was now very careful with this male-female affair, to Baldric Miles' suggestion she was also very careful, even a little resisting. Unfortunately, she must also accept. That night Baldric Miles' company announced it on F******k to immediately go to the Hot topic, pressuring the bad Hot topic down, the fans who were scolding were blankly. This is like slapping them in the face, Baldric Miles actively pursued Anne Jenner, who was a fan with a fa

Who cares, though? Cain doesn't think I'm a weirdo like everyone else. I've been living with confusing fantasies in my head since puberty. They never involved my own father—ever—just a faceless authority figure. A man who would discipline me and love me unconditionally at the same time. He's not faceless anymore. It's Cain who gives me that. My fantasies are no longer these moving images I have to lock away. They're shared. I get to act them out.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

The woman whimpered as she could not speak anything but before Danielle could turn her head away from Cyrus, the alpha bent over and thrust his lips over Danielle's forcefully. The whole scenario appeared no less than a fairytale where Danielle was in the arms of her Prince charming. The only difference was that the same man just pushed her limits too far by throwing her at some other guy. And that was something Danielle could not bear at all and the very kiss was unable to make any difference. Her mind had already been set and her heart shunned alpha Cyrus from all the misconception of affections she had earlier. •••• [100 gems = extra chapters]

The flirting. I am gay, incredibly gay that I make Barney straight. And living with a 6’2 foot of pure, pulsing beautifully sculpted man that god took his time making just infuriated the gay out of me given that he’s totally my type—physically anyways, the man is a pig.

Is that why we didn’t work together? It’s not that I don’t trust him. It’s just that I am not a fan of those women who shared their men with others. I can’t share what is mine. The only problem is that Gian wasn’t mine. He was never mine. Gian was all into having fun. He wouldn’t commit himself to anyone if he were not into a serious relationship. “It was just a plain friendly lunch invitation.” Gian insisted. “Unless you’re giving it a different meaning.” Gian smiled at so mischievously. Just the same Gian way back three years ago. “Do I still affect you, Chyna?”

I replied, my face turning red. "So you guys already did it??" he gasped. "Well no…" I say. "But something happened, didn't it?" he asked. "Yeah… and I liked it more than I should have" I groan. "Awwn, I can relate. Sexy men are our weakness" he said while chuckling. Oops, did I forgot to mention Gabe is gay? that was the only reason I was comfortable sharing all this with him. "Yeahhh" I replied, fake crying.

“What is your problem with Cain? I told you he is gay.” Nathan shrugged again as if he was innocent, “I never said that I have a problem with him. Let him be gay or straight for all I care.” Somehow I knew he was lying making me smile on the inside. We are going off track. I don’t want to argue on this again and I know he is doing it on purpose to distract me.