MxM Novels & Stories

________________________________ There is a broken past of Marilyn and a broken present of Xavier /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\ Will they both come to become each other's straight or things would get more bitter ?(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ᴥ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ⁠ʋ⁠) Keep enjoying and don't forget to like and comment. Follow me and give a good rating 🌹

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Mickel said, and he brought out a brand new Iphone xxmax, and he gave the new pack to her and said, "open the pack and see what Is Inside" Naomi quickly collected the iPhone xxmax, and she opened the new pack, and she saw a brand new Iphone, and she said, "thank you, I appreciate you for giving me such a wonderful gift" Naomi said, and she moves closer to Mickel, and she kissed him while Mickel held her waist and he stood up and carried her and said, "you must have missed good sex" Mickel said,

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“Uh,my m-mouth.” He stops closer “You heard me. I want to fuck your mouth,princess. That smart mouth that likes to talk back and defy me. I want it.” He growls,watching my lips,eyes darkening further when I lick them nervously. “Uh,I've n-never d-done that b-before.” He wraps his hand around my neck and pushes his forehead to mine “ I know baby,but I'm sure you can rake me.” “B-baby?” I gasp,the nickname making my body tingle

In a world where Alphas rule and Omegas obey, survival means staying unseen. Hagakure Sorahiko has mastered that art—quiet, careful, invisible. Until Miyamura Aronohai notices him. A powerful Alpha. A billion-yen empire. A man who gets what he wants. What starts as a simple secretarial job spirals into a dangerous game of dominance and desire. Each secret Sorahiko uncovers pulls him deeper into Aronohai’s orbit—where control feels like seduction, and surrender feels like fate. Because when an Alpha like Aronohai decides you’re his… there’s only one question left to ask: Will Sorahiko run, or will he burn? This is an MM omegaverse romance with dark themes such as; physical and

Noah’s POV The sound of the train pulling into the station was the only thing grounding me as Adrian and I stepped onto the platform in Milan. We had been moving for days, slipping from one country to another, never staying too long in one place, always wearing new faces, new names. Our passports bore identities I barely recognized when I opened them. I was Marcus Hale today, a businessman with a vague cover story. Adrian was Matthew Pierce, my partner in every sense, though no border guard would ever guess the truth in the way his hand sometimes brushed mine when we walked too close together, or in the way his eyes found mine when tension in the air became unbearable.

It feels so good to be blessed by my mates' mighty cocks. THE END!!!

As long as you are able to afford the expensive membership card and you are a regular customer, you already have a name in this exclusive gay club. I have a name here too. And this is my chessboard. The moment I saw the anonymous booking with the name, Moranorebel, I was a little confused. Can it be Brandon? No, can't probably be right? He doesn't know I frequent here and the type of vibe Brandon gives off doesn't include one that visits gay clubs with an Alias like this. Which means only one thing. Moranorebel. I laughed. Loud. That arrogant, conflicted, shame-drenched little hot shit.