Good Yaois Novels & Stories

“YAHOOO!!!!…more beer here!!..and more meat!!!..”. (San Da Hee-PD) “OOOHHH!!!…DRINK!..DRINK!!!!..DRINK!!!!…ONE SHOT!!!!!…YEAH!!!!!…”. (Kim Jeon Ma)

No. His gaze is piercing right through me, he seems angry, I suppose? But then he smiles, his smile is worth dying for, I smile back and it's the sweetest thing in the world when he smiles at me, when smiles for me, when he smiles because of me. I feel as though I'm the luckiest girl in this entire universe. "Kyo" I spoke "I think my pinkie is shorter than yours" I said putting forward my right hand. Kyo is famous as the member with the shortest little finger.

Blaire said clapping his hands on me as he shook his head. " looks like watching was a good decision," Jay said smiling at me which I did likewise, I turn to the screen again and saw that jerk's team has picked Yone which got me interested. My most used champion was Yasuo, the sibling of Yone. And as from their skills, you could see the resemblance of it. Yone is one of the most popular mid laners in League of Legends. He has cheap power spikes and can take over the game by himself. His kit, which is similar to his brother Yasuo's, strong and scales well with a critical chance. Yone dashes forward, damaging every enemy champion he hits and teleports behind the last target, then all enemies h

All heads turned. Ten-year-old Liam stepped into the dining room, smacking his hands together with a dramatic, highly unimpressed expression. He looked Chase up and down—taking in the perfectly styled hair, the expensive watch, and the effortlessly handsome face—before pulling his features into a look of pure repulsion. “Wow. Good. Very good, Mrs. Gable,” Liam said, crossing his small arms tightly over his chest. “So you guys are out here having a whole feast and you totally forgot about me?”

“Miss Lynch, it’s our fault. We offended you. Please forgive us!” Yona glanced at her faintly and ignored her. She then turned around and placed the chopsticks for Harvey. She smiled and said, “Young Master York, these Gaozu dumplings are best matched with the soy from the Southern City. I have prepared one for you.” “Try and see if it suits your taste. If it doesn’t work, we’ll change it.” After that, Yona respectfully poured Harvey a cup of soy milk. “This…” Everyone’s eyes twitched as they watched this scene unfold before them.

Day 1 Koyama Yua is everyone's dream girl. She has brunette hair, tiger-like eyes, a button nose, and fluffy cheeks. She's intelligent, gorgeous, sexy, and cute. And everyone really likes her here because she is kind. I'm not saying I'm terrible but she's approachable. She always has a smile on her face while I don't. I'm not a very friendly person... And the reason is that I am shy. I'm shy around new people and wasn't able to go talk to them.

Young Master Yao looked very happy to see blood splattered everywhere. "Hahahaha, ah! Blood really makes me happy. Let's taste our food now, starting with the eyes. Hopefully, the taste won't disappoint me," Young Master Yao used his two fingers to pick up the man's eyes, then put them in his mouth and chewed them whole. Crack... crackk...

Slowly, the four year old Yejoon peeked his out his head from her behind her while his hand gripped on to the material of Jisoo’s clothing tightly. He showed no signs of wanting to let go of it. The boy looked at her with hostility in his eyes. But Yura didn’t notice that and flashed him a wide grin. “What is you name? I am Min Yura! Do you want to be friends?” Her words caused the boy’s eyes to widen, and this caused him to immediately hide himself behind Min Jisoo. Jisoo then said, “Yejoon is shy. It takes him time to become friends.”

Frowning slightly, Gary said with anger, “That’s because he doesn’t deserve to be a member of the Hans family!” Startled by the sudden loud voice of Gary, Yohan shivered, and the Lego bricks in his hand dropped to the floor. With an apologetic look on his face, Gary hurriedly said, “I’m sorry, Yohan. Don’t be afraid. I’m not scolding you. Look, this is the Transformers toy I bought for you. Do you like it?” “Yes... I like it,” Yohan nodded and said in a low voice. “Who is your favorite superhero?”

And in Takuto’s case, that threat had a name. Aoi-chan. The quiet girl with the twin braids and the Hello Kitty backpack. While the rest of the children had been hoarding cookies and sweet buns, Aoi had been playing a different game—hoarding yogurt pouches. Not just any yogurt pouches. The fancy kind. The squeezable, mess-free, ultra-portable kind with cartoon fruit characters and adorable resealable caps. The kind most moms only packed on Fridays or after dentist appointments. Takuto had noticed.