M2m Stories Novels & Stories

Rick leaned close to Maggie’s ear and, with a whisper, said, “I love you ...” Maggie blushed and stopped saying in a low voice, almost like a whisper, “I… too… love you…” ~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Apartment For Two”

Who said he couldn’t finish the story and enjoy his family at the same time? The entire family had been asked to wait at the dining for the arrival of the newcomer, and Anderson could see a little bit of excitement on their faces. Even the twins who sarcastically spoke of the new addition being a girl had some kind of expectation and excitement on their faces. Mel sat in front of her plate and hummed to herself. Anderson could see her giddy as she kept moving side to side in rhythm to her humming. As for the new couple. Well, who knew? Those two were just in a world of their own.

"I never wanted you to. "You know, when you eat something delicious, your eyes light up like the sun. "When you hear a song that you like, you sing along, just a little off-key, but it's so adorable to me." I was stunned, not knowing what to say. He continued, "These precious memories I have of you are the best thing I could ever get in return." That day, I told him everything that had happened with me and Horace. Not in our past lives, but in this one. What happened in our past lives was just a dream, after all, and it wasn't worth mentioning.

“You've only just met him, things can't magically be perfect.” “I never said I need things to be perfect, Roman,” Everett growled, “All I ask is for some fucking peace but instead the moon goddess dumps another load of baggage over my shoulders.” “Stop,” Roman snapped, surprising Everett into stillness. “There must be a reason the Moon Goddess gave you another chance. Many others are dying to get this chance you have, don't throw it away because you’re too caught up in your feelings.” Everett looked away, “What if it’s just like last time? What if it doesn't work?”

Something that made the hair on my arms lift at random moments as if the wind carried a scent I couldn’t quite detect yet. Mom bustled past me with her list—her third list today. “We have fifteen packs arriving between today and tomorrow. Some are staying at the guest cabins, the others at the pack-run lodge.” “Fifteen?” I squeaked. “Relax. That’s small for an allied-region event.” I sank into the couch. “Define small.” Mom hesitated. Kieran snorted. “Under two hundred people.” I buried my face in a pillow. “I’m going to pass out.”

The sound was so violent Mum jumped, the wooden spoon in her hand clattering loudly on the floor. ​"Two years," Elliot’s voice broke, his body shaking under the wet clothes. "Two years since the accident. Two years since Mum and Daniel died. And you’re here playing domestic family with... with them." ​He pointed a trembling finger at my mother and me. Simon ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t forget, I just—” “You just what?” Elliot snapped. “Got too busy playing happy family?” “That’s not fair.” “Fair?” He stepped closer, his voice rising again. “You think any of this is fair?”

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I say, stopping in front of a stand with a huge variety of vegetables. "Maybe ..." He rubs his temples. I turn around, arms folded, and study the bare trees in the park across the street. I'm already thinking about finding somewhere to sleep tonight. We got really lucky with that barn. Too bad I screwed it up. Royally screwed up. Like one of the biggest screw ups in human history. Wait a second ... I snap my fingers. "Do you think there's a local history museum here?" Alec blinks at me. "Uh ... maybe." Realization floods his face. "That's a great idea. Maybe there's something there about the coin."

The stories she had written were not just tales—they were treasures, a legacy of shared dreams and endless possibilities that would forever bind her to Theo in a bond that transcended time and space. As she sat in the glow of the candlelight, Mama Hazel reflected on the power of storytelling to create a bridge between hearts, to nurture connections, and to foster a sense of wonder and possibility. The stories she shared with Theo were more than just entertainment; they were a gateway to a world where love, imagination, and dreams intermingled in a magical dance.