Girly Boy Story Novels & Stories

“A circus baby. Perfect. ‘Hi everyone, meet my son, he was raised by clowns.’ God I’m such a mess. My life is a fucking soap opera and I’m the idiot who keeps sleeping with the wrong guys.” We sat there for a minute, me sniffing and her rubbing my arm. Then Riley got this look in her eyes, the one she gets when she’s trying to cheer me up but also when she’s horny as hell. She leaned in closer and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “You know what might help right now? Forgetting about stupid boys for a little while.”

I throw back my glass of vodka and sigh "Do you want me to tell you a story?" I ask as I caress her skin. She nods her head and I begin the story "There was a boy who fell in love with this girl. Everything about her became his obsession. Her curly hair, her brown eyes, her innocence. She wasn't like the other girls he met she was different. What made her even more special was she was his. His very own possession. No one could have her the way he had her. If someone so much as looked at her for way too long he killed them. One day he found his perfect girl in his bed with his father on top of her practically balls deep" Sighing the memory hits me. My chest physically pains at the memory that

She has never seen a bad boy Jerry before… well neither have I! A little voice inside Cassie's head couldn't help but utter "Damn! He looks so good… I want to just jump on him already! I’ll admit, bad boy Jerry is super super hot like!!! I’d rather he dress like this every single day! But just for me though, I don’t want no bishes going after him and stealing him from my grasps. However… What the fuck is going on!! Gabi said he’s supposed to dress like a good boy, someone with the cute smile and easy to control, not this strong persona with an amazingly deep voice I mean, where has he been hiding this feature from me!

I didn’t come to Westbridge High to make enemies. I came to survive. New school. New city. Just me and my best friend, Joe, trying not to get crushed by a place ruled by rich athletes and their unspoken rules. That plan lasted exactly one day. Because Joe got targeted. And I made the mistake of stepping in. Now, I’m caught between the two most dangerous boys at Westbridge: Jay Vale the untouchable hockey captain who looks at everyone like they don’t matter. Liam Knox the former best friend who used to stand beside him... until a bitter confession broke them apart. Jay says he wants to help me. He offers to tutor me, to protect me. But the way he watches me doesn't feel

I got up on my feet and dusted my dress, Let’s go be a boy. Author's note: Ava got grounded, fat-shamed, trauma-dumped, ignored, and STILL managed to steal chicken and Wi-Fi in the same chapter 😭🍗💻. And now she’s about to become a whole boy just to play hockey. I’m not writing a novel anymore; I’m babysitting a certified menace

Beside him stood a quiet looking red haired boy with sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes and full red lips. The last of the group was perhaps the most intimidating of all—a broad-shouldered guy with messy, dark brown hair and a chiseled jawline, his lips set in a near-permanent scowl. Their collective energy was magnetic, dangerous even, and they all looked at us as if they were sizing us up— “Those young men are known as the Vicious Boys.” Vincent’s voice interrupted my train of thoughts and I did not miss the warning in his voice. “You’d do well to stay away from them. They’ve earned their reputation.”

"A mute girl can sing? What fairy tale are you living in? This is why I hate offering help to bastards like you at my club." Uncle Freddy's face turned red with desperation. "Sandra, help me out here. She's a pretty girl and has C-cup boobs. Men would like that." I felt a surge of humiliation and anger at Uncle Freddy's words. Sandra seemed to let that sink in. "Bobby, do you like what you see?" she yelled at some man at the counter counting dollar bills. Bobby's eyes met mine, and I froze. "Yeah, I could bang her anytime."

Boys always think spreading out makes them look bigger. His eyes drag over me not in the appreciative way, in the microscopic way. "Your voice has changed." I shrug. "Cold mornings throws it off." For a second, there's silence, and I almost think I've played it cool. Then he tilts his head, studying me with a manic gleam in those creepy pitch black eyes. "You know," Roan says lightly, "girls who think they can run forever... eventually trip." My throat tightens but my smile doesn't falter. "Good thing I'm not a girl, then."

Robert growled into my other ear as he added, "I think he'd look adorable dressed in some kind of catholic schoolboy uniform, customized with pants with a zipper in the rear for easy access to that tight little ass. Or maybe just a leather slave collar, so he knows his place." I felt a chill go up my spine as I heard them discussing all of this. They actually expected me to come back? Did they really think that they could force me to enjoy gay sex? All of this was just an example of a teenage boy getting horny at the drop of a hat, getting a little too comfortable hanging out with older guys who seemed cool, and being tricked into watching my first gay porno. I just had to will myself to sta

“Oh wait…” Pretty boy exhaled sharply and muttered something that sounded like “unbelievable.” Good. What will be my gain if no one is pissed at me? I kicked off my boots, one thudding to the floor dramatically. “So, pretty boy. You like jazz? Or are you more of a 'complain quietly and repress all emotion' kind of guy?” He glared. “Don’t call me Pretty boy.” “Got it. Pretty. Boy. Princess of Cellblock C. We’ll find your vibe eventually.”