Might Guy Youth Novels & Stories

"This doctor is so kind. She even tried to cover for him. He played too rough and got hurt, then made a scene at the hospital. People like him give the community a bad name." "I'm totally convinced now. These two guys are definitely together. They should stop bothering other people." Someone online had posted a video of my blood-stained pants, which only supported Dr. Stevens's story even more. It didn’t matter how much I tried to explain that my hemorrhoids had simply ruptured, as no one would believe me like this. More and more people online sided with Dr. Stevens, while I never responded. Tyler was beside himself with anxiety. He probably thought I was out of options.

“They’re just kids.” “Did you just say kids?” Martin laughed incredulously. “They’re in their twenties. Have you actually looked at them? Nice asses, great boobs, killer curves. The way you talk, anyone would think they’re underage. I swear, the older you get, the more you sound like a monk whenever girls Mia’s age are involved.” Maurice said nothing. His focus had narrowed to a single point. Every fiber of his being fought against the urge to turn around, but the growing commotion behind him made it impossible to resist.

other man said while glaring Tristan. "where is the so called young girl?" Zayden asked in a stern voice which made the man to look around him, but he can't find the girl. "Listen mister, he's been chasing the girl thinking that she's a thief, you guys didn't even bother to notice him when he's chasing and shouting at her. But when a girl yelled you all came in a fraction of milli seconds to tackle with him? Double standards" he said while glaring all the people around him.

I was trying to unwrap another piece of candy when someone behind me said— "Hey, asshole. Nice jacket." I stopped walking, turning my head a little. There were three of them. Teens, maybe early twenties. Too confident for their own good. One had a pipe. The other had a knife that looked like it'd been stolen from a kitchen. The third just cracked his knuckles and grinned, like he was trying out for a movie. I chuckled, finally getting the piece of candy free and into my mouth. "Relax, boys. You can't afford this jacket." "Then give it to us and let us be the judge," the one with the pipe said.

Monica looked at this youth and knew instantly who this youth was, he then glanced at Misaki and she also happened to glance at him and gave him a hurried nod, telling him that this youth was her crush. Monica looked at the youth in front of him and nodded. He understood that a bad boy's charm was bigger than a good boy's charm. Even though a good boy might be loyal and kind, a bad boy was sought after by most women since they could give a woman a good time which was why this youth was quite popular. The youth then looked at Monica and felt a bit surprised, before his expression returned to a gentle smile. "Hello, my name is Mitaka Jin, you're Monica Oga, right?"

But his passive attitude failed to work. “Hey, you,” the largest of the youths challenged as he stepped away from storefront and reached out to grab Weber’s shoulder. Weber spun around, his hand a blur as his fingers locked around the youth’s hand before it ever touched his shoulder. Weber bent the wrist back and slipped his left arm behind the punk’s forearm, a fulcrum against which he could easily snap the bone. But he restrained himself from the pleasure. If he caused a scene, his mission would have to be scrapped.

The youths exchanged words with themselves, and their vicious intent was evident in their tone. Chase's expression, however, remained cold and indifferent as he watched them. "You... Who are you?" One of the black-clad men looked at the three newcomers. A sense of unease was written across his face. "Kid, do you recognize us?" one of the youths sneered. "Hey, you're Chase, that little brat! You ambushed people and robbed them of their belongings? You're utterly despicable!" "Kill him! Avenge Sam!" All three youths were at stage six of martial monarch or higher. Though none could match Chase's stage seven strength individually, their combined effort might be enough to take down an ordinary st

Yeah, So not weird. “I have to go back to the table.” I slid away easily or that was what I thought. Because Mr Young pulled me back by my wrist and without missing a beat, grabbed my hips and placed me on the counter - like I weighed a feather. He was standing too close for my liking, I had never seen him up this close. I could see everything, his dark long eyelashes that connected to his eyelid or the way his eye colour seemed lighter and fuller. Mr Young is indeed the most beautiful man in the whole universe, there was a small frown on lips which I wanted to smoothe over so much.

John Mayo, a 22-year-old college student with short brown hair and a lean, athletic build, strolled into the bustling gay club, ‘The Rainbow Room.’ The pulsating music and the smell of sweat and cologne filled the air. He was new to the gay scene and eager to explore his sexuality. His eyes scanned the room and landed on a group of guys at the bar. One of them caught his eye, a tall, muscular man with dark skin and close-cropped hair. His name was Kai, and he was 23 years old. John had always watched him from afar in class, intrigued by his calm confidence.

the youth gave a hollow chuckle, "For fuck's sake. I didn't know my 'trait' was so amazing until you helped me." The more the youth spoke... the more his expression brightened, the more the middle-aged man's nose soured up. What he saw wasn't a teenager that shook the federation. He only saw a boy trying to fight off a group of indignant pursuers for a stolen wristwatch. "You could have spared her..."