Romans & histoires M2m Stories

“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?”

I could practically feel the panic radiating off him. “Well? Are you going to say anything?” she said, her voice rising. I rubbed a hand down my face roughly. “There’s no point in lying,” I muttered. I felt Elliot glance at me. I held Mum’s gaze. “It’s exactly as you saw. Elliot and I were kissing. We’ve been together for a while now.” “W-what?” Mum’s expression shifted slightly at my words. It was as if some tiny part of her was hoping there was some other explanation. That her sight had been deceiving her. “What are you saying?”

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.

Oops, I'm ashamed of what happens when I grow up I remember the moment of this incident. Towards sunset they said goodbye to me. Yes, an exciting and funny day for sure. I don't forget to write my story today in my favorite diary, the diary of Miftah, of course. And now there is a Miftah flower which will be beautifully planted in my flower pot later. Is it possible that my relationship has been going on for a long time with Miftah, pessimistic, her name is dating Junior High School, if you get bored you will definitely find a new boyfriend or girlfriend again.

ADRIAN I’d made a lot of regrettable mistakes in my twenty-seven years of existence. At the very top of that list was agreeing to be in a five-year relationship with someone who would end up being a liar and a cheater. But I was beginning to realize that wasn’t even my worst mistake— and that was saying something. My absolute worst mistake had to be hooking up with a random stranger I met in a club. And not just any random stranger, a stranger that turned out to be my student.

I want to thank all those who continue to read me every day and love these characters as I love them and perhaps more. But the story of Megan, Liam, Emma, Axel, Ali, and Miles is not over! Absolutely not. I have other ideas in mind and want to work on them for a long time! So stay tuned because we ended only the first part of the story, and see where we will get with the second! As always, use all your gems to vote for the story, and let me know what you think about what will happen in the future and what you think about this first part!

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.”

Megan snuggled up to James “I will be back before you go to sleep” They moved to the side and started kissing I turned my back on them and skulled back another glass of wine “Do you guys have any werewolf fairytales?” I asked Chad. I saw James and Meg pull away from each other and I could feel their eyes burning into the back of my head. “Not really fairytales we are more into legends. We have people who wrote books years ago predicting what will happen in the future”

Bryce slumped into the cracked seat of the last bus out of his street. The sign above the windshield flickered the name of a city he’d only ever heard whispered about,the city where the Masters kept their families. When he mumbled his destination to the driver, the man turned, eyes scanning Bryce’s dirt-caked face, the tear in his hoodie, the grime on his jeans. His look wasn’t curiosity, it was disbelief. Like Bryce had just said he wanted to buy a mansion with pocket change. But the driver only jerked his chin toward the back.

He move towards Raphel. The moment his cold eyes met Raphael’s across the hall, the noise of the party fell away. A war ignited silently between their locked gazes. Xavier’s icy expression didn’t waver, nor did Raphael’s.....both looked at each other like they wanted to tear the other apart, ruin them, worship them, bury them under the weight of hate and want.