Lgbt Novels & Stories

“Emilia this is one of my good friends Nisha, she also belongs to Loren’s harem.” “Don’t call it that Tami,” Nisha responded as she flicked her black curls over her shoulder. “We all know you’re Loren’s favorite, he doesn’t sleep with the rest of us.” “Then what would you have me call it?” Tamsyn asked as she turned to face the other girl. “I know the terms we use are archaic, but it’s just what the groups have always been called.” Nisha shrugged in response as she flopped onto the bed. She stretched her limbs like a cat, I watched from the corner of my eye as she made herself comfortable and popped a grape in her mouth from the platter they’d brought.

That line did not work, she would have never though these little boys would be so shameless. “A woman can’t handle all that!” “Just let me blow ya back out, you ain’t go want no woman after that!” “Shid I’m gay too, tell ya girl I said what’s up!” She would never understand why men were like that. Even using the line I’m married was a bust! “Girl you wake up this warm in the morning?” “Your husband better know how lucky he is!” “ If you were my wife, I’d never let you out the house!”

Mom Dad Emerson, Fletcher and then Zee living together in the most loving family. But then... A storm shattered everything they had. The love they shared, their mom dad. It was seventeenth birthday of Fletcher. And he surprised his parents, in a hope that they will still love him no matter what, with the fact that he was Gay. And he regretted it. That was the day he faced the wrath and hatred of his parents who disowned him there and then. Only if it wasn't Emerson to declare about his sexuality too. Their parents literally threw them out, but Zee couldn't be left behind. In a fear that he may be a disgrace to their ego and family name, they kicked all three of them.

“Or interested in girls in general.” Alex raised an eyebrow curiously. “Wait.. he's ...you’re gay?” Liam practically tripped over his own words. “No. Fuck no. I’m not gay. Ewww. Not even close. I like women. Always have. That’s not… I don’t swing that way at all.” He sounded defensive. Homophobic even to his own ears. The words tasted bitter as soon as they left his mouth. "I'm sorry Man, not that there's anything wrong with being gay.... I'm sorry if I came off homophobic..."

“Huh?” Madison blushed and looked away, “I said… I said that I like you.” Luke paused. This wasn't the first time a girl was confessing to Luke or trying to make passes at him. Who wouldn't like Luke? He was charismatic, charming, and well-collected. “Look, Madison,” Luke grabbed Madison's hand with his other hand and squeezed it lovingly. Madison blushed harder. “You know I'm gay, right?” “Sexuality is a spectrum isn't it?” Madison replied, “Anyone can be attracted to both male and female. Love and feelings shouldn't be defined by gender.”

He asked, turning to look at me with disbelief in his eyes, and it was at that moment that I knew that I had fucked up. The old man was obviously born in the middle nineties, at a time when religious fundamentalism was at it's core and things like homosexuality and lesbianism was perceived as pure, raw evil. In fact, it wasn't until 1999 that the United States of America stopped referring to homosexuality as an illness, and if my guts were correct, daddy over there must be among those whom because of how they were indoctrinated as children, have grown up to hate everything about the LGBTQ+ community, just like an old man in my street who reportedly tore of a s