Gay Threesome Story

[ The Fiction Awards 2019 Winner ••• Best Of Lgbt ] Steven turned back around and was headed to his room, he unlocked the door and went inside, just as he was about closing the door, he felt a push and David stepped into the room and clicked the door locked. Eyes back on Steven's like a predator about to pounce on its prey, one painful yet slow step and another he took, while the other stepped back until he was pressed against the wall. With no place to run to, Steven stopped. Eyes on David as he took his last step forward. "W-what are you doing?" "God, you're beautiful." "W-what." "I want to kiss you so badly that my heart burns from just the thoughts of it." "D-David." "Kiss me, Steven, please!" And kiss him he did... DAVID+STEVEN=BEST-FRIEND'S. DAVID IS MARRIED. STEVEN IS SINGLE. #BOY ROMANCE. WARNING: SAD ENDING.

BLURB .... nonymous 2:0: How does it feels like to drown?, To be covered not in water, but with the blood of this damn life.. I have experienced that, and trust me when I say am an expert on everything that's bad, you name it: Murder, bullying, depression... Everything!, and I had decided to live with that...Oh god, I was fine living that way and literally thought that would be how the last years of my university would go, but fuck, I was so damn wrong immediately he appeared along, the pest, and the dumbass roommate, I have never wanted: That dickhead, LUCAS! LUCAS: As a student who won a scholarship during his third year to a new university, life's gonna be pretty hard, meaning I would have to catch up with the notes, lectures blah blah blah (You know the rest), but what I actually cared about was to make friends, get along with my new roommate, and graduate happily like any other happy ever after, but what the fuck happened?... All my dreams immediately crashed down when I moved in and met him...The university demon, MY DEAR ROOMMATE! Note: This is a bl novel, not straight, and some parts are dark, but don't let it scare you away, cause what's a novel without romance and spice?....

One night was supposed to be enough. Damien Vale never does repeats. The cold-hearted CEO takes what he wants and leaves before sunrise. But when he spends one explosive night with the sharp-tongued bartender who calls him on his bullshit, the rules shatter. Now Damien shows up at the bar every single night at the same time. No explanation. No promises. Just raw, filthy need that neither of them can quit. Kai swore he’d never fall for another rich man who treats him like a dirty secret. Yet every night he finds himself waiting, aching, letting Damien push him further than he’s ever gone. One night became every night. And soon, neither of them will be able to pretend it’s still just sex.

In a world where there are three more gender aside from male and female, Haru, a male omega is struggling in his life after his twin brother killed himself. He hated alphas as it was the reason why his brother suicide but how come he manage to spend a night with one of the powerful dominant alpha? Not only that, he has his son! Will he be able to live norma again or will he open his heart and start a life with an alpha beside him?

Being in a Contract marriage with an illegitimate daughter is one decision that Alaric cannot change but manage with. Desperate to make his betrothed wife give up on the marriage without having any share of his property made him and his mistress drug her and set her up in a one night stand with a stranger. Not only did she get pregnant for an unknown man,it cost her marriage and also rendered her homeless. Faced with no choice than to search for the man that not only took her virginity but also made her a mom. Was her search successful? Who was the identity of the man she had a night stand with?

Elias Rivers has always blended into the background—quiet, obedient, and hidden behind a smile that never quite reaches his eyes. But when "Blue," the mysterious and unapologetically bold new boy, transfers to school, Elias’s carefully constructed world begins to unravel. As their lives tangle and secrets start to surface, Elias must confront the truths he's spent years avoiding. What does it mean to love someone you're not supposed to? And what happens when being yourself might cost you everything? Becoming Blue is a tender, heartbreaking, and ultimately hopeful journey of love, identity, and finding the courage to be seen.

My boyfriend and I set out on a graduation trip, but in the remote wilderness, we were kidnapped. The abductors had cruel intentions toward me, and to protect my boyfriend, I played along, buying time for him to escape and get help. After our rescue, though, a video of my assault spread online, turning me into a target of vicious gossip. "She's the woman who got it on with two guys in the wild!" "Kidnapped but so into it? What a freak!" "How does she even show her face? Shameless!" When I confronted my boyfriend about the video, he dodged the question and broke up with me. "I'm about to start at a top company. I can't be with someone so tainted." Heartbroken, I was pushed off a rooftop to my death. But when I opened my eyes, I was back on the day of the kidnapping, given a second chance to rewrite my fate.

After waking up from a car accident, I become the perfect wife of Dr. Leonardo Rossi. In the next two years of being an amnesiac, I rely on Leonardo and love him with all my heart. But on the night of our wedding anniversary, I accidentally overhear his murmured conversation with a subordinate. "Take her out once she's done signing the asset transfer papers." At that moment, a searing hot memory comes barging into my mind. I remember a man placing a hand on my sweat-drenched lower back. As he pants, he murmurs into my ear, "My dearest Donna Vittoria Costa, remember that I'm the only one who can make you shiver like this." Finally, the fog that has been haunting my mind is lifted, allowing more memories to return. It turns out that the man who has held me by my waist is none other than Leonardo, who's currently passing a glass of water to me with a smile on his face. I swallow the pill that he has handed to me. But in reality, I hide the pill beneath my tongue and merely swallow the water. Dear doctor, when the prey remembers that it's supposed to be the predator, do you think your scalpel will still be capable of slitting my throat?

Our bridal room was set on fire, and my husband, a firefighter, was grievously wounded while trying to save me. I sent him to be saved at the hospital where Winnie Sloan, his childhood friend worked, but the surgery ended up being a failure, and my husband passed away. After the announcement that my husband was deceased, Winnie told me that his dying wish was that he wanted a child. Hearing that, I powered through my grief and used the sperm he had previously frozen to conceive a child through IVF, raising my son to be enrolled in the most prestigious university in the area. On the day of the celebration party, my son kicked me out and invited my husband and Winnie onto the stage as his 'biological parents', and that's when I found out that my husband had faked his death. All those years ago, he and Winnie had swapped out the embryo I'd conceived in secret. The son I had painstakingly given birth to and raised turned out to have no blood relation to me whatsoever. Meanwhile, my husband had been enjoying a luxurious life overseas with Winnie while waiting for a chance to reconnect with his son. In my rage, I confronted them and demanded an explanation, but ended up dying because they pushed me down the stairs. When I came to, I was back to the day of the fire.

My girlfriend called me frantically out of the blue, saying her mother's water had broken. She begged me to take them to the hospital. But I lazily hung up the phone and turned away, buying myself an ice cream bar instead. In my previous life, her mother had also gone into labor late in life. I had risked everything to rush her to the hospital, running twelve red lights, pushing my car to the limit until the fuel gauge nearly burst. Yet, despite all that, her mother had lost the baby. Worse still, she turned around and accused me of killing the baby. My girlfriend had hated me for it, blaming me for her mother's inability to have children again. That very night, she and her shameless relatives took over my family's house, forcing my parents into such anger and despair that they ended up in the hospital. My company went bankrupt, and as if that weren't enough, I was beaten so severely that both my legs were broken. In the end, I fell into a deep depression and took my own life. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. This time, I uncovered the secret her mother had been hiding.