Good Bl Stories Novels & Stories

"The moral of the story?" He laughed at her cute question. "The moral of the story is, no one is good or bad... We all have good and bad sides in us and that's what makes our life story strong... If we all are good then there is no story, if we all are bad then there is no need for your story because you don't deserve one... Good and evil makes one perfect life story and that's what makes our life worth... No one is good and bad, no one is a hero and villain. We are both!"

“Next time, let me tell you what I like.” “Oh really?” His eyes darted from my hand on his arm to my body, running over slowly. “Tell me then, No name, what is it you like?” I grinned. “Why don't you buy me a drink first?” “Very well then.” He did. Shots upon shots of vodka, until both of us were too drunk to remember how the conversation even started. Blake, I believe that was his name, had a really great sense of humor. I couldn't remember the last time I laughed so hard in months.

Good thing, they have a responsible leader. "This is what you get for procrastinating. How many times have I told you guys to stop procrastinating?, assuming you came here yesterday when you all were supposed to, this won't have been the story. But anyways..." He trailed off and turned his face to mine. " You're a gift from the most high to replace the missing guns" he turned towards the gun man, dubem. "Carry him" Dubem started walking towards me. wait, are these people taking me away??

“Art is my way of conveying what words sometimes can't.” “What inspires you the most?” I asked, genuinely interested. “Everything,” he replied, leaning back as he closed the sketchbook. “But mostly the stories people carry with them. Everyone has a story to tell, even if they don’t realize it.” I nodded in agreement. Just like this town, filled with hidden secrets and stories waiting to be uncovered. He added, “I’m not sure what inspires me more, the beauty of the world or the darkness within it.” I found his perspective captivating.

"You must be a long-time fan of this novel. You're late to the party, though—the plot has already completely derailed!" "In any case, we're fully on board with the supporting male lead and the big shot being a couple! Zoe and Jaiden can do whatever they want!"

he exhaled, then joined his forehead with hers, his hands still touching, they didn't want to stop, but he had to stare her in the face. "What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "Sofia, listen to me well. There are good and bad people around us. And even those who seem bad, are not. The other way around, there are good people disguised as evil. Whatever may, no matter who the people are, I want you to understand that it's in me that you will trust to the fullest." She looked right into his eyes. His were now injected with something she couldn't decipher. "Why do you say that?"

ONLY good stories can get you exclusive contracts, nothing else. ONLY good stories can get you a high profit, nothing else. ---- (asked like a dozen times today, so updated this question here. 20230915

-it's like having cake and eating it. You aren't bad until you've gotten your revenge. - I've lost count. You aren't bad until you can park in the space reserved for the principal. - it was worth it. You aren't bad until you can break into the principal's house. -thanks to Blade Collins. You aren't bad until you've lost your temper and broke down a bedroom door. -Adam deserved it. You aren't fully bad until you've ever been in a car chase. -wasn't behind the wheel... but still.

Arga and May were suddenly dumbfounded, and Shawn... gasped. Shawn tried to control the emotions that made him unmoved for a long time before he finally spoke again. This time, his voice sounded softer even though his face still looked tense. "It was an accident. No one wanted that, but if it was bad fate..." "We could minimize traffic accidents by driving straight in our lane instead of stealing other people's lanes recklessly which causes those who drive their vehicle according to the rules to get the sap and... die on the spot."

he glared at her. “Wow, what great logic!” she rolled her eyes. “How are you feeling? Anything hurt?” he asked. “A little groggy from the pain medication, but otherwise, great. Think we can smuggle some of that morphine with us later? I heard they are the good stuff,” she whispered. “Take it easy druggie, I told you I am trying to avoid the criminal life,” he said in a hoarse whisper and laughed. His expression turned serious all of a sudden.