MxM Novels & Stories

Elizabeth commented from the couch that was in my temporary office “Her brother is a hard candy and shirtless, makes want to forget about the diet to eat him whole.” I tried to keep my face serious, but I really couldn't, a small sound managed to escape from my throat, but I managed to hold back the laugh. Eli had been quiet for too long, if she didn't say something ingenious, maybe she would get sick. “Well, if I had to express in that way about my own brother, it would sound very incestuous, don’t you think?” “I get you friend, that's why I do it for you.” “Well.” Matt cleared his throat. Poor guy, you could tell he wasn’t used to this kind of relationship “What I understand, you want to d

my father begins to speak loudly for all to hear. My heartbeat begins to pick up again... either with excitement or nervousness, but I welcomed it as I stood before my father, feeling stronger than I ever have before. "I, Stefan Raining-Moons, step down from Alpha of the Raining-Moons Pack and in return I appoint my first born daughter, Autumn Tombs-Monroe, formally, Autumn Raining-Moons as the rightful and much deserved, new Alpha of this pack." he announces as he removes his alpha necklace, the same necklace that was given from his great, great, great grandfather to his great, great, great grandmother years and tears ago that brought their two packs together, giving us the one we have toda

I inquired with a raised eyebrow. He took a sip, "That I'm losing my grip, my pack is an easy hunt, and I've gone mad and should be put out of power." "Wow. Those are some nasty rumors going on." I shook my head, "But what's with you going mad? That's a bit strange." "I believe Cordelia Blackwell, Black Witch, Council sore thorn, and my arch enemy, is my destined mate and Luna sent to me from the Moon Goddess herself after years of searching and looking." An amused smile adorned his face, "That's enough to call me crazy."

even though it wasn't remotely funny. Ryan smirked, tracing a light finger over my cheek, traveling downward and disappearing into my mouth. “I beg your pardon. High school girls are fun and easy to screw, but they aren't the real deal. They're so full of drama. They're only interested in hot boys, trending parties, and make-up kits. They make you seem like their toy, carrying their bags and tagging along to the mall with them for shopping. No. There's nothing interesting about high school girls. You on the other hand...”

A gunshot split the night outside Velvet Mirage, the crack echoing over the bass that shook the club’s grimy floor. Inside, Noah Brant danced like a trapped spark, lean muscles flexing under neon slashes of blue and red. At twenty-four, he stood five-foot-ten, dark hair clinging to his brow, hazel eyes scanning the River North throng for stray bills. A leather harness hugged his frame, concealing a winged tattoo etched across his ribs is a jagged mark from foster care’s cruel years.

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“Back. Off. Xander. Or. I'll kill you.” The room instantly goes cold with silence, as members of both packs share uncertain glances at each other, but Xander simply chuckles like it’s all a game, his brown eyes glinting mischievously. “I meant no disrespect. Your mate is… captivating,” he says, smiling down at Sage.

“You have a mini mission. With every mini mission you complete, you level up.” “That sounds cool.” I muttered without thinking as I glanced at the screen for the mini mission to see what it was. “What's the first mini mission?” “Grab that soldier and break his legs.” The system replied and my face went pale in horror.

The room fell quiet again. Outside, rain tapped softly against the windows. Inside, neither of us moved. Neither of us needed to. Because the problem was already sitting between us. Visible. Waiting. Growing. Finally Imran spoke. "What happens now?" The question lingered. Simple. Direct. Necessary. I looked toward the folder one final time. Then closed it. Slowly. Decisively. The sound echoed through the room. Sharp. Final. My answer came a moment later. "Now," I said quietly, "I find out whether they're a traitor..."

It is full and warm and thoroughly lived in, and I would not change a single disordered corner of it. Mia is three and has Robin's stubbornness and my precision, a combination that manifests primarily as very detailed arguments delivered with absolute conviction. Theo is four and has the particular quality of a person who finds everything interesting, who picks things up and examines them seriously and asks questions that require more thought than you are always prepared to give at the time he asks them.