MxM Novels & Stories

“Who is ‘M’, Maeve?” Real fear washes over me, not for me, but for Meadow and Tate. I press my lips together even tighter and refuse to answer. He turns the phone toward me, and I can see that there is a large ‘M’ on the screen. M for Meadow. T for Tate. They’re not fancy code names, but it was the best I could do on short notice. The phone stops ringing and a moment later there’s a ping. Xander watches me as he turns the phone back to look at it.

Xander clicks the follow button and then likes the picture. He then says, “So we’ve already covered that Monroe is hot as fuck, but can talk about how good Maddy and Charlie looked yesterday?” Jason nods and says, “Yeah, 100%. I didn’t even know who Charlie was and had completely written Maddy off, but seeing them last night, I think Mackenzie should be worried.” I pull out my phone and open insta and Xander smirks at me and says, “monroexthorn.” I nod and type it in and follow her. My phone pings with a text from my mother.

All four of us head to the dance floor. “I’m Bobby. What’s your name,” he asks, leaning down close so I can hear him over the music. It doesn’t send goosebumps over my skin or a shot of desire straight to my pussy. Instead, I notice that his cheeks are dotted with acne and he smells like he’s doused himself in cheap cologne. “Madison,” I yell, scooting a bit further away, which is impossible with the mass of bodies around us.

Crista smiled and stepped closer. Katrina nodded, reaching up to touch my face. Why can’t I feel that? I don’t even smell her. I should be able to smell her. This has to be a trick. That damn witch is messing with me. That fucking bitch, I’m tired of her games. “He has a bit more color than yesterday. It’s slow, but he’s coming back. Alexander, Zio Damon, and André swear that the mate bond can bring someone back. And that it can be done even if the pair aren’t marked and fully mated.” Katrina sighed. This was surreal to hear and see Katrina but only through the mirror. I still don’t believe what I’m seeing.

The clock struck five in the morning and Callum finally found one. Moore Family's Second Son, Disowned. Callum clicked the link open but it just sent him to an error page. He went back to the search page and the link was no longer visible. Callum felt a headache coming. He looked at the clock and a groan escaped his throat. He checked his schedule and found that he was free for the day. With a quick text to Keane, Callum finally went to sleep.

" I smiled feeling so full of myself for talking back to her. Actually I never take shit from anyone, but this felt so good, I felt so alive. At least it would stand as a pay back for what she said to me at the Audition. I got out of the company and began to walk down the street. I actually didn't have any where important to go, so I though of calling my girlfriend Susan. Her place would be the best to spend my day. As I walked, I looked Into my bag searching for my phone when I mistakenly hit someone in the process. I wasn't looking up at all, what did I expect?

Alex slumped on top of me with a layer of cum coating both our chests. "That was fucking good," he mumbled against my neck. "I don't think we need to buy condoms anymore," I said, making Alex chuckle. He slowly pulled out of my hole and I could feel his cum drip out of me. Goosebumps appeared on my skin as I shivered from the sensation. Alex then went down and dragged his tongue from my navel up to my chest, filling his mouth with my cum. Alex then gently grabbed my jaw, opening my mouth, and letting the cum drip from his mouth into mine. Alex watched as I swallowed my own cum, a satisfied smile filling his face.

Chapter: 30. ****** “Mrs. Mebel you really should stop crying, this isn't good for your health," Stella begged for the umpteenth time that day. She hated seeing any of them hurt this way, she is as a Mother to Mebel and a Grandmother to Steven, they are her family since she has none.

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.

Each time the danger grew, but so did the addiction. One evening, as we finalized the guest list, Mom’s phone rang. She stepped into the kitchen to answer it. Marcus immediately pulled me onto his lap in the dining chair. “Marcus—” I started. “Quiet.” He freed both of us from our pants and guided me down onto his cock reverse cowgirl style. I rode him desperately, biting my lip as he thrust up into me. The chair creaked softly. His hands gripped my hips, controlling the pace. “Such a good boy for me,” he whispered. “Taking me while we plan my wedding to your mother.”