Is Captain Cold Gay Novels & Stories

with his demon voice? Charlotte covered her face, shaking her head as she typed. Charlotte: Please… he doesn’t even talk that much. But he stares. A lot. Like he’s collecting data on my soul. Jaina: LMAO maybe he likes you Charlotte nearly dropped her phone. Charlotte: No. No. No. Stop. It’s not that. He’s just… peculiar. Jaina: Oh please, I've got a pretty fair idea of men you consider peculiar Charlotte snickered under her breath.

"I'm not gay. You're gay." I quirked my sculpted eyebrow at her. "You're killing my boobs right now and you're saying you're not gay?" "Well, you started it," she argued, rolling her eyes. "I bet the world will collapse once they find out that Hilary Damien, the golden queen is letting the Captain Bimbo murder her boobs. We can't have that, right?" This time, I hummed, pecking her lips. "I'm not gay. Why everyone does have to name who I am based on what I am fucking?"

"He had one." "So he had a condom ready." She raised her eyebrows. "In his nightstand. That's definitely not weird." "Roxie, he's on the hockey team." I gave her a flat look. "What exactly were you expecting? Virgins?" She opened her mouth. Something shifted on her face. "I mean..." "They're all like that." I tilted my head. "Every single one of them. Their captain literally blackmailed my best friend into a fake relationship. The bar is underground."

“You’re all bark and no bite.” Mason’s jaw flexed, color climbed up his neck. “I’ll fuck you up.” Kyle stepped in until their chests were almost touching. The height difference wasn’t dramatic, but the presence was. Kyle carried himself like someone who had never once lost a fight. “I don’t think that’s something you wanna say to your captain.” He reached out, grabbed the front of Mason’s shirt with both hands, and gave it two sharp little tugs like he was brushing imaginary dirt off.

“Which means you have to be on my side no matter what, right?” “Isn’t that a given already?” “Fine,” he let out another deep exhale before continuing. “Actually, Sophia, I’m gay.” She blinked. Then blinked again. And again until Seb shot her a questioning glare. “Oh." "Oh?" "I mean," she tried to defend herself. "I know you like Alex so I was thinking you were maybe bisexual. I didn't know you were the whole, you know, full gay." "What?" Seb's eyes grew wide. "Jesus, how do you know I like- Wait, what?"

“What you saw… it can’t come out. I’ll take care of you here. I’ll make sure no one messes with you. You won’t struggle in this school. We’ll have each other’s backs.” I stared at him, my head spinning. “I don’t understand,” I said finally. “I thought you were going to deny it. Explain it away.” My voice shook. “Are you really saying it’s true? Are you actually gay?” He nodded. “Yes.” My heart felt like it stopped. “But you have a girlfriend,” I said quickly. “Isabella. Does she know?” “No,” he said. “Nobody knows.” “Then what is this?” I asked, my voice rising despite myself. “What are you doing?”

Elise warned him. “She embarrassed us mother,” Erica joined. “Apparently, her manuscript says I have STI’s more than fifty women combined. Who writes something like that?” “She did.” Ethan said standing at the door. They all went mute as they watched him walk in. “Aren’t you ashamed of beating a woman?” He looked at Evan. “You failed to finalize a simple deal and here you are getting angry at a girl, Evan.” “She ruined the deal for me,” Evan said. “You should be ashamed of yourself, twin brother,” Ethan said wiping his hands with a cloth.

"An heir? To the Barbaro empire? And he thought some street fighter could fill that role?" "He thought more than that." Mirella’s eyes held mine. "Drago knew he would never have children of his own. He is gay. He has no interest in women. His father despised him for it, but Drago hid his truth until the day resentment boiled over—and he killed the old man with his own hands." I blinked. The rumors I had heard but dismissed as whispers… were true. Drago was indeed homosexual.

Guess I'm running mad to even imagine dirty stuff about him, as much as I know he's still a minor. "Your eyes are revealing too much, Felisha-" he chuckled. I had to bite my lip to stop it from cussing him out loud. I etched closer to his chest but almost regretted it when his sweet cologne swooned across my senses. My lips produced a groaning sound and I forced myself to break the contact. "Didn't know your obsession towards football was this much" For a moment he stared at me, his dreamy eyes digging into my soul. I managed an uptight face and a smile broke out of his lips, "I am the football captain afterall" he sniggered and I felt the need to roll my eyes.

It was clear as night that even if aunt Grace forced Avatia not to remember this man, the heart just never forgets true love. "Right? He loves black, right?" Avatia asked a shocked Draya. "What's wrong, you look like you just saw a ghost." Draya shook her head and faked a laugh. "Uhh...not really. Kenny loves the rainbow colours. He's a gay in all definitions. So jovial."