M2m Stories Novels & Stories

I look away, staring at the dirty coffee mugs in the sink. “A billionaire CEO does not look at his contracted incubator the way Mr. Leone looks at you,” Evan presses gently. “And you do not look at him like a boss. What aren't you telling me?” I close my eyes. “We have a history,” I whisper, the admission breaking my heart all over again. “We were high school sweethearts. We were completely in love, Evan. We dreamed of a life together, long before he was ever dragged into the mafia.”

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

He answered and I rolled my eyes. "He does not even seem ecstatic about it at all." He said and we sighed. He must be scared to accept considering how our Luna died. "But he should for the pack." I added and they shook their heads. "You don't know how the mate bond works. I am very sure he will be fighting off every feelings of his to keep her in there. The mate bond is not just there. It is attraction. It is death." My father said while my mother nodded in agreement and I shook my head gently.

Lakshmi dragged her statement much more than what was needed. Mia didn't even say anything to her as she just kept on blinking her eyes multiple times. "Aren't you going to ask me what the good and the bad news are?" Lakshmi arched her eyebrows. "No," Mia shrugged. "Why?" Lakshmi was quite confused as they both walked towards Mia's locker. "Because I know you are going to tell me" Mia brought out a book from her school bag and gently placed it in the locker. " The good news is my brother is alife and the bad news is…well…my brother can't remember anything… well he remembers some things like his name and the memories before he actually met my dad but he doesn't remember anything after that.

She scanned the alleyways adjacent to the building, each darkened passage holding only eerie silence. As she reached the third alley, a chilling sound pierced the quiet—cries of distress. Ashleigh’s pulse quickened. She peered into the dimly lit alley and her stomach dropped. There was Megan, pinned against the wall by the two men from earlier. One man held Megan’s arms forcefully against the wall, while the other was lifting her gown. The sight was horrifying, and Ashleigh’s mind raced with panic.

Hi Calistair's passengers! Basically, I have four 2 hours lectures today. I'm currently in 1 and I didn't stockpile chapters prior to today(my mistake). And I'm sorry to break it, but update will be very delayed today and I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you today by publishing 3 chapters after my lectures and a short nap but that will be until I get back to my hostel. Thank you so much for understanding. 💗

“Jade? Axel? Are you guys okay? The generator is acting up!” My eyes went wide, and I frantically pulled the heavy duvet up over both of us. “We’re fine, Mom!” I called back, my voice sounding thin and shaky even to my own ears. “We're just… checking on each other!” I felt Axel smirk against my skin. His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, “We’ll have to be more careful next time.” I turned my head to look at him, my pulse still fluttering. “Next time?” He didn’t answer with words—he just kissed me again, a deep, promising kiss that told me everything I needed to know. This was far from over.

Noah said, glancing out. “Fits the mood,” Dominic nodded, shifting. “Hope it hides us.” “Doubt it’ll be that kind.” Noah smirked, the tension easing for a moment. He sat again, the chair scraping, his thoughts tangling with this man’s mystery. The rain pounded, a relentless rhythm. Dominic’s hand moved, scars glinting, a promise of resilience. “Those scars got stories?” Noah asked, tilting his head. “More than you’d sleep through,” Dominic said, a faint grin.

And I began to speak, my voice amplified, echoing through the hangar, cutting through the storm's fury. I didn't tell them a lie. I didn't promise the storm would pass. I told them a story about a man who loved jasmine. About a woman who danced in the sunlight. I told them about a home movie, flickering on a wall. I told them about the magic that isn't in the machine, but in the memory. I told them our story. Mine and Jeff's. The real one. The pain, the loss, the desperate, stubborn love that refused to die.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.