Novel & Cerita Gay Reads

And today was one of those days I wanted him to shut it. I ignored him and continued watching Tasyra eat and chat with that farm guy, I was going to find out who he was. She had no right to talk to anyone, she was supposed to be working. “You rejected the mate bond, Haden.” Gaya put in, obviously trying to make fun of me. “What is your problem?” I angrily asked. “Just want to know why you’re here monitoring the girl you rejected when we already have another girl we want to marry.” “So when it comes to the rejection, it’s me. But for Zaryn, it becomes us?” I was getting irritated. I felt like slapping Gaya.

He replied, his eyes gleaming with mirth. Gayle glared at him, her large green eyes literally smoldering with barely held in anger, she had greatly underestimated how petty Rinaldi could be, she approached him till she was standing mere inches away, her nose just barely grazing his strong chin, “Just because you couldn’t have me, doesn’t mean you get to groan about who I choose to be with.” She spoke darkly. He maintained his smug grin, “Just because my friend was lonely enough to settle for my sloppy seconds, doesn’t mean you were ever worth shit.”

she said with a dazzling smile. "Speaking of the devil! Hey, future husband of my best friend!" Gael's shout cut through the chatter, drawing Gary's attention as he headed towards the stairs. I cringed, always embarrassed by her lack of tact. He turned, a smile spreading across his face as he recognized us. "Oh! Gael, long time no see!" He hugged her warmly. "Gianna!" He hugged me, too. It was hard to reconcile this polished, seemingly reformed man with the notorious playboy I remembered. In fairness, he seemed to have turned over a new leaf. Almost…innocent.

I corrected. My brother shrugged and revised, “Okay. I was there for about eighty percent of the time.” “Whoa,” Kaity breathed. “My two brothers are both Black freaking Crimson. This is so—wait.” She whirled accusingly toward Gabby. “Did you know all this?” “I…” Gabby looked guiltily put on the spot. Then she cleared her throat. “Anyway. Back to Hayden’s plan.” She turned toward Isobel. “Are you good with slapping together some big splashy engagement party, Iz? Shaw?”

Blake apologizes, even though Gabby can be a brat at times but she was like a sister to them. Garret who was going through his phone saw a girls picture as he blurts out. "Wow, she's beautiful." "Can I see?" Gabby told him, she wanted to compare this girl Garret was praising with herself. "No... We know what you normally do, so not today." "Aish....talking to you all is hopeless." She scoffs as she gave up fighting to see the picture. "I just pissed you up right now." Garrett smiled satisfied as if he won a medal.

I can always tell when she is around by the clicking of her heels. “Jaidyn I see you have met Kyaria.” Gabby says to me. Kyaria, then name sounds familiar, but again I can’t remember where I have heard it before. I look at the model again. Damn, she is cute. She is sexy without trying. She looks at me with those big teal-colored eyes and my cock twitches in my pants. Right at that moment our frontman Aiden struts in. His eyes lock on Kyaria. Great!

But Hudson had been so good today, it was one of the first weeks where her little boy had gone without getting reprimanded by his teacher for something or another, and Arabella felt so bad when she saw Hudson’s puppy eyes filling with tears at the possibility of not having a simple family dinner. So, when Gael had acquiesced, she sighed in relief. It was a bit shameful to say, but she immediately took to the internet, searching up ‘GAEL’, and then realizing that she should have probably widened her search a bit more. ‘GAEL’s favorite meal’ yielded more results, and as she scanned the articles, there was a variety of answers, ranging from kimchi stew to bulgogi to japchae.

I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril. I also spent half an hour in the bathroom before I finally came out. I wore dark denim jeans and a black sandal. I paired the shirt with a black leather jacket. I look like I'm a sassy ass gay. I'm still so beautiful. I also wear the shoes that Cyril sent me last time. There's that little knife and I don't know how he did that thing. That gay man is very talented when it comes to things like this so I won't wonder why he sends high tech. I picked up the cellphone. It immediately rang and I immediately saw Cyril's name there.

“Te amo, Gabe! Ich liebe dich! Saranghae!” Adrian, oblivious, chuckled, a sound of pure contentment. But I saw it. I saw the way Gayle’s eyes lingered on his profile, the subtle tightening of her embrace, the unspoken weight she imbued into those words. She wasn’t merely repeating them; she was delivering them, a whispered confession disguised as mimicry. Adrian, in his innocent, open way, seemed utterly unaware, his focus on the lighthearted banter. My fists clenched at my sides, the muscles in my jaw tightening to the point of pain.

My brows furrowed in mild surprise as I recognized Isaac and Gayle stepping out of the car. Isaac sported dark jeans, paired with a plain white tee and a denim jacket. Its sleeves rolled up casually. Gayle, on the other hand, donned a pair of fitted black jeans cuffed at the ankles, accompanied by a loose, button-down shirt in a muted color that draped over her slender frame. Her hair was kept as usual in a high ponytail. "Isaac, Gayle, what brings you here?" I asked, frowning at the sight of them.