Male Novels & Stories

When I make a decision, I'll let you know. - And why the hell would I do that? – Klaus asks me, squinting – do you want me to stay quiet in my corner while my Luna decides whether to stay or go? The word "Luna" makes my anger rise. - Luna? What am I? A fucking woman? You're wrong, future Alpha, I'm gay, but that doesn't make me a woman. I'm very much a man, and if you want, we can fight right now, so I can prove it to you.

CASSANDRA POV Logan was sexy as fuck, he had a sharp jawline with light brown hair and wearing an all-black suit. He wasn't as tall and muscular as Alessandro, but he was still taller than me, and I was in heels, striding to the bar where Logan was sitting, swirling his drink around in his glass. I sat down on the stool next to him and faced the bartender, ordering myself a drink, not taking any notice of him staring at me.

MADDIE POV I school my expression as I turn to look at the elderly male approaching me. He stands at exactly six feet, with white hair cropped short and a thick white moustache, emerald green eyes sparkle out from under equally thick and bushy white eyebrows. He’s wearing an expensive suit that does nothing to hide his beer gut and overall smarminess. His smile is smug, like he’s happy he finally won something.

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She pointed at the part of him in his pants that has thickened in fierce arousal. He ignored her, pulling himself away from her completely, and rose to his feet. "Holy waters...!" She swallowed, "Never knew your gender can park something that size!" "I am not a human male, female." She scoffed, "Yeah right. So what are you? A rat male?" He looked absolutely insulted. "A rat male is no predator and no comparison." Ismena just shook her head, her eyes still on THAT part of him, "Mehn-Oh-Mehn, this is huge. Bet, it will be a work of art too. Take off your clothes, let

So I fake a smile, I'm hoping he doesn't notice. "Jeffrey hi." I try to say in the same way he called my name. I remember the last time I saw this guy I didn't want to believe in intimacy anymore. Jeffrey Clark is tall, like basketball height tall, he's white, black hair which he shaved off, green eyes and really really bad at sex.

Madelyn says and Jade chuckles. " Well, yeah, he's hot. But I'm not into that. I can't date a colleague." I say. I don't know why I said that, maybe to just make it clear I can never be interested in Leo even if he's always trying to flirt with me. " That's super catchy. Any of you girls ever fantasized about fucking your super hot student?" Madelyn asks and I nearly choke on my cocktail. What the fuck! " Who hasn't. There's this hot Latino male in my class. Super brilliant, twenty years old and he's super hot. The very first day I saw him in my class, I knew he definitely knew how to fuck." Jade says.

the way he carry himself is not suitable for someone who's handsome as him. Another day watching out for Lexis again when her friend, Ronald Madrigal, a nerdy guy who likes books and such stood up to buy a mineral water. Lexis remained on her seat while waiting for Ronald. I smirked when I saw his whole body. Not bad. He is tall and lean. He will be more masculine if he work out or something. I acted that I will also buy a mineral water. I had the chance to stand beside him. I smelled his manly scent and I can tell that he's wearing perfume.

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill