Interracial Mmf Novels & Stories

“You'll never understand. Your parents are still fucking alive, breathing.” “My mom has stage three cancer, fucking asshole!” “What?” “Stop acting like you're the only one in pain, dammit.” “Liam, I—” “Well, well, well. If it isn't the two good friends.” Jamie clapped his hands, grinning from ear to ear. He tilted his head, crossing his arm over his chest. “I'm wondering if you got the gift already, Ethan.” “Fuck off.” I growled. The picture of Killan kissing Marinette flashed before me, knocking all air from my lungs.

Fuck. What if she…It can’t be. Looking back at Miles, he hasn’t moved from his spot, eyeing the door with a knowing look, confirming what I already figured out. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck Liam for doing this. “A friend of mine told me an interesting tactic that they use in the IMC,” Miles speaks up, breaking through my fear stricken thoughts. I can barely focus right now, my mind whirling with the possibilities. “Italian Mafia Council. You know what that is, right?” when Mr Sirenio asked.

Maybe the idea is to be so true to yourself that you make your own space where you fit. With other folks who don't fit within established categories. "Sera smiled. "Daniel, you're not alone. There are forty-three additional mixed-race youngsters living in this city. "Maybe start there: find your people instead of trying to fit in with people who don't want you." His parents came and cried with relief. They didn't push him about school; instead, they hugged him and pledged to work things out together. A minor win, but wins added up. The first publicly held interspecific wedding took place two months following the signing. Not a connected pair; they'd been getting married in secret for years.

I sneer thinking about my father. Mariah is a hybrid more specifically part wolf and witch, she was a part of one of the biggest witch covens in the US and a part of Brad's pack. She is one of the six people that know about how much of a piece of shit Alesso Ezio Devirolli is. My father.

I said. He whispered something to the server and she took right off. “So Blue, what do you do,” I asked. He grinned, showing off a perfect smile. It was actually pretty nice if you could look past the intimidating tattoos. “I’m a fighter, MMA,” he said. “Oh wow, isn’t that … dangerous,” I asked. “Only if you don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, moving his arm around me. He pulled me tight to him and I sighed internally. I felt absolutely nothing for this male and I wasn’t attracted to him at all.

In our world, it is considered offensive to marry an outsider but I think Dante doesn't care what anyone thinks as he was the capo and he has his brothers to back him up. After that I met the smallest Ricco who would've been not more than eight, he smiled at me and then shook hands with Alex. He congratulated Alex and then looked at me as he said "Welcome to the family" It was kind of hard to believe that he was Ricco as he was so cute and innocent. But just then Marco came and he also congratulated us, "Ready to draw some blood," he said as he patted my husband on the back who looked annoyed at his brother's words.

The young man who still looked at me like I hung the fucking moon. And I was the thirty-year-old pervert who’d just finger-fucked him on the living-room couch while he called me Daddy. I dragged a hand down my face. My family already barely tolerated me. Stepmother never forgave me for coming out. Half-siblings kept their distance. Only Miles’s father—my stepbrother—had ever treated me like I belonged. He’d trusted me with his son. Trusted me to give Miles a stable place while they were abroad. If he ever found out…

How could that slave be my mate? The second I walked in here, I knew he was my mate but I could almost not believe it. No, not because my mate was a man but because my mate was a fucking slave, owned by my uncle. I was bisexual, I fucked women and fucked men a few times too so my mate being a man wasn’t super alarming. Yet, it was supposed to be disgusting to see such a pathetic man be my mate. He had a quite manly build but yet, he was small compared to me, held no status. However, watching kiss someone else in front of me was what had especially irked me.

Tyler was sick, and I needed to pull myself together just so he could get his treatment every single time. For a fact, Miles liked me. He had hit on me once or twice. Truth be told, yeah, he was rich, loyal, calm, had a good job, a stable family—but he wasn’t my type. He missed one important trait. And maybe I had considered giving him a response so he wouldn’t toss my brother and me out onto the street. He probably wouldn’t be that cruel… but I wasn’t willing to take any chances. I stopped in my tracks, my head snapping toward a screen nearby.

We fought dirty during my Grandmother's birthday, she tried to lord over me at the party, she always wants to have the last word and be in control," Aliyah said "You don't look anything like your brother. He's so arrogant and rude" Amelia said with a light frown "Hmm, Mikel is the black sheep of the family, I stayed back because of him, my parents wanted us to travel with them however, Mikel wasn't on his best behaviour He was constantly causing trouble, at one point he was abusing drugs, and he became a member of a notorious gang. He was arrested a couple of times so my parents had to suspend our travel plan.