My Fiance Is Gay Novels & Stories

That’s ridiculous. “Why? I still don’t get why you hate your stepbrother that much. I mean, come on, he’s actually hot. He’s got total daddy vibes.” He smirked naughtily. I rolled my eyes at him. This damn gay guy. Franco and I have always been open about our sexual orientations. We’re both into men and women. But given how close we are, I still haven’t told him about Kayden and my little dirty secret. I don’t think I’ll ever tell him, though.

Gracie My fiancé is gay. That was the thought echoing through my head as I stood there frozen, watching a scene I could never unsee. I stared at the man thrusting into my fiancé’s ass, and at Charles moaning like a goddamn whore in heat. This was my fiance, the man I was supposed to marry in five days. The man I had shared a bed, a future, a life with for five whole years. But he was there, legs spread wide, eyes rolled back in bliss I had never seen cross his face when he was with me.

"Many of you may have already known this fact, but I still wanted to say it now just to be clear to everyone who was having questions and doubts..." "What are you doing?" My father asked through gritted teeth, as he seemed to already have an idea of what I was planning to do. "You better stop whatever you are planning to say, Layland, or else—" "I am gay!" I said in a much louder voice. "I have always been gay, and I will always be gay. And this man beside me"—I glanced at Gunner and gave him my warmest and my most loving smile before I continued—"is my boyfriend. And he is also the only person that I am going to marry."

I reminisced about the happy times we spent together. We had been together for five years. During those five years, I did everything I could to treat her well. I never allowed her to suffer, even for a little bit. Despite that, what did that bring me in the end? All I received in return was my fiancée getting married to another man on the day of my father's funeral. I knew something was wrong the day Zack returned to the country. Helen did not come home that night. When she finally did, there were love bites on her.

I was shocked to hear Liam's words and tried to let go of his hug, but his grip on my shoulders was strong enough that I finally stayed silent, following what he did. "Boyfriend?" the woman named Miranda widened her eyes and stared at me sharply, then turned to Liam. "Are you... Gay?" Liam raised an eyebrow. "Why? Love is love, it has nothing to do with gender. I'm not interested in you, so I think you should just leave now and never follow me again." The woman stomped her feet, then walked away with quick steps. Liam released his hug and slumped into the chair, but he laughed. I sat down on the chair across from him. "You're crazy, Liam!" I grumbled.

“Father, elders, members of both packs… I need to tell you the truth.” I took a breath, gathering every ounce of courage I could muster. “I’m gay,” I said, and the words echoed in the sudden stillness. “I’ve always been attracted to males, never females. And I cannot—I will not—marry Seraphina and force her into a life of unhappiness and neglect. She deserves better than a mate who couldn’t stand the thought of mating with her. Who would never love her the way she should be loved. And I deserve the chance to be honest about who I am.”

"Howard, you finally opened the door." "We ended five years ago. Stop messing with my life." "You're the one who said we broke up—I never agreed! Howard, listen. Everything before was a misunderstanding. The only one I've ever loved is you. What I feel for Jojo is just family. I never cheated!" She grabbed my arm, desperate, words spilling out like she'd been bottling them for years.

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne

“If only I could find the right words to describe him. I don’t understand why he doesn’t feel the same way I do. Could it be that he never wanted this marriage in the first place and only agreed because of his parents? Could it be he feels nothing for me at all? Or worse... maybe I’m not appealing enough to him as a woman. Maybe..." she swallowed hard, her eyes lowering in shame, “...maybe he prefers the opposite sex. I don’t know what else to think, Gina. I’m so confused. “If you ask me, I’ve done everything. I’ve tried to look beautiful for him, dressed up for him, smiled through everything. Even played dirty. I mean slotty dirty for him, but nar, nothing gets to him. The other day, I thou

“He plans to pursue other women while you’re married?” “Yeah,” I said with a shrug that felt emptier than I intended. “And it’s not like I should expect more. Men have always managed to have a family and still enjoy their lives and other women, while women are expected to stay faithful and smile through it.” Victor still looked irritated, his jaw tightening slightly. “What?” I asked. “You don’t agree?” “I don’t believe in cheating,” he said simply. I laughed softly at that, disbelief slipping out before I could stop it.