Him Him And Him Novels & Stories

I briefly close my eyes at the impact and later on, I was on my way up to the building with Mark tagging along. “Alpha Soma...” one of the two men that stood out says, with his hand held toward me which I take into mine instantly. He is actually huge and that is sort of exposed because he chose to put on a fitting button-down shirt that had its sleeves raised to his elbows. “Alpha Tyrone, I presume?” I say in return. “Yes,” he nods with a slight smile tugging at the side of his lips. And after the confirmation of his identity, I take my hand out of his. “And here’s my brother, Leonard, who is also my beta.”

Like he was hurt as well. “Look, I didn't mean it okay.” I tried to speak soothingly. “I was just pissed off. I didn't plan on punching him or hurting him at all. I'm sorry, Dean. I know how much he means to you.” “To US! What he means to Us ,Asher.” His voice rose in frustration, “He is our mate. For the last time, Asher!”

"That night... it was unexpected, for both of us." Tightened chest. The voice made me remember it-his hands, the heat, the way I let myself forget Adrian, forget about everything. I clenched my fists. "Unexpected? That's the word you're going with?" "Yes," he answered without even hesitating. "Because that's what it was. Neither of us planned it or saw it coming. But it happened. Which means," he paused, stepping closer. "...we should own up to it. At least between us. Stop pretending like children."

“Hope, how did you do that? It's impossible to talk to him, and I almost called to tell you not to come, and...it happens” Armin ran a hand through his hair nervously, and rightly. It was midnight, by this time he should have been in his bed, asleep. However, he was at the station with two lawyers trying to clean up her employee and her friend.

He said, looking at me, as if he just realized that and he pulled two fingers up, "Two N's." I fake gasped, pretending to be shocked too at the brand new information he is bestowing upon me, "You know what," He carried on, as he just figured another theory that could alter the whole humanity, "If we ever had a kid, we should definitely give him a name with an N too," Then he pushed three fingers in my face, "We'll be three N's."

Whenever I tried to make a conversation with him, he either nodded or half heartedly hummed, clearly not taking interest. In the end, I stopped, altogether. If he was going to act and regret like this then so be it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- He is bipolar. Like, comment and share!

I nod mutely. So he had a twin. That makes so much sense now. And I had been happy thinking being mated to a man had been a glitch. Thinking about it now, I don’t know much about the man I gave a handjob last night, I had my tongue down his throat and I know nothing past his two names. “Nice to meet you, Nathan Harrow.” Noah whistles, “Your attention on me babe, until you find your mate that is.” I swallow. His reminder is nice. There’s no need to know past his two names if this is not going to go anywhere.

Cautious and slow, Lola walked up to him. Up close, she acknowledged his intimidating height and noticed the whiskey breath that hung around him had mixed with his cologne, forming a strong scent that could probably intoxicate or even knock someone out. Santiago took her phone and turned it around, smiling at the Apple logo engraved in the back of the device. “What is it?” Lola asked with a frown. “An iPhone,” Santiago replied, still grinning. “I find it amusing that people still use these.”

It simply felt like h‌im⁠. ‍"Fine," I⁠ said. "Thank you," h⁠e said.⁠ ‍ "I wasn't agr‍eei‌ng," I said⁠. "I'm ju‍st done arguing about it fo⁠r now." "I k‌now‌ the difference," he sai⁠d‌. "Thank you any‌w‍ay." ~~~

Suddenly it doesn’t feel like we’re talking about what happened with Han Ji anymore, but the root of everything. HIM! He takes a step forward, and my breath catches. Then another, closing the space between us. He drops to his knees, and heat surges up my spine immediately. “What are you—” I try to speak, but when his palm slowly lands on my thighs, my legs quiver. Our gazes are locked, and he doesn’t blink. “Listen…” he breathes slowly, and his words surge through my skin. I nod immediately, trying to breathe. “No matter what your life looks like, it’s mine,” he says, and his voice… God!