Male Version Of Mary Sue Novels & Stories

And to think the day started on a very good note, how did everything go down the drain? "Hell no." I can't have a male mate, I am not gay... I need a beautiful sexy lady with curves in the right places as my mate. I mean any lady will even suffice, curves or not. As long as she has a vagina, I am good but to have a male mate is totally unacceptable. "Any fucking lady." Even Charvi or Chaya is good to go or what's that her name again? "Oh yeah, Charvi is the fucking solution." I think I need to remind the moon goddess just how straight I am and then she can pair me with my real mate or no mate at all. I don't mind not having a mate if my mate really has to be a guy.

*** “This is your mate?” Mary’s eyes ran over Ryan. “Clearly a man but also clearly pregnant. What is freakier than that?” She drawled. “A pack full of freaks.” Mary began to laugh. “If I stay here for long, I might become a donkey or something. “Mary?” Sally gasped just as everyone began to chuckle. A donkey stood where Mary stood a second earlier.

Aurelia nodded. “So I’ve had boyfriends and had plenty of sexual experience before John. But sex with him has always blown every prior experience out of the water. And I get much of that is attributed to the bond, the connection making it better. But well… is it just a werewolf thing? Are all males above average in size?” I questioned. The two women laughed again and shook their heads. “Oh no. I’ve seen more than my share of naked males after they shift. Just like any other species, not all men are created equal.” Sybille giggled.

Man, this mate stuff was quite confusing. Calming himself down, Zhane asked Mark, “Aren’t you supposed to have super strength or something”? “What am I? A comic book character? Superman? No, I am not even a man. I am just a boy… who is a nerd.” Mark sighed. “You… think you are a regular human being?” Zhane asked, baffled by his words.

Perhaps the Moon Goddess has an explanation. “I don't hold out hope for that,” I say, dejected. “Luan is so strong, masculine, handsome,” I say, feeling my cheeks warm up. “His mate is probably someone of high status, as beautiful and strong as him... and then there's me,” I sigh. “Just an omega, weak and unremarkable.”

"I grew up around here, Gamma Carlos. Warriors hang out in our house, so I heard things." "Hmmm… You sound disappointed. Are you jealous?" He pulled me closer to him again, and this time he was grinning as if he was enjoying this topic. Typical fuckboy - enjoying it when someone tells them how much of a ladies’ man they are. "Jealous? Dream on." I huffed, crossing my arms across my chest. "I just think it’s so unfair that men can change females too fast and no one bats an eyelash, while when females do like that, everyone makes us feel like we’re whores. Besides, it’s just a crush, it’s not like I let every male pounce on me." Oh, Goddess, I couldn’t stop talking.

Nayna explained. "This..." Luis Park can't believe it. And he guesses. "So that's why you call them fake men? Like Mamos and Neros?" He asked. "Yes...that's right," Nayna said. "And also... We also hate women, our kind. And also fake men. But you my Ge... A man. A pure man among men. We can see it. You have a different smell. When I touch you I felt a tingling sensation. It makes us more erotic and horny." Nayna explained while blushing.

I’M BEING TRADED LIKE DAMN CATTLE, OR THIS IS THE 1800S! “Agreed, Beta Tucker.” My dad nodded, shaking Fucker’s hand with a smile. “I do warn you that Marybeth has some behavior problems. She spent too much time around humans and is under the false impression she’s this human construct of nonbinary and is adamant she’s not a female.”

But Zavian had articulated her feelings on the matter perfectly. "There’s a certain category of pathetic, insecure males who delude themselves into believing they become 'real men' when they use their fists against women. In reality, they are weak, impotent cowards with severe inferiority complexes they try to cover with bravado and violence. They lack trust or believe in themselves, so they show off their physical strength against a weaker target," Zavian added coldly then took a contemplative sip of his wine.

He had an old soul, he was strong, caring and a real gentleman. “I’m not sure a ‘she’ could handle me” he winked before turning to leave and I had to physically stop my jaw from dropping to the floor. I was fairly sure that he not so subtly suggested he prefer the male gender. Huh, who would have known. “Did you? Did you just?” I stuttered like an actual weirdo. I’m one hundred percent certain that I was not handling this in the right way. “Secrets Maria, we all have them” he turned offering me a soft smile. I had no clue, and I’m assuming neither does anyone else.