Queer Novels & Stories

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Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

“It’s fine, Johnny. You're whatever you say you are. But I want you to know that no one cares if you're into guys. I have said this way too many times. No one bloody cares! Definitely not me.” The tone of his voice was a little higher than usual and he seemed to not be able to keep his hands still. “You know I've had relationships with girls ever since. I'm straight.” “I’m pretty sure you know the ‘B’ in LGBTQIA+ doesn't stand for bicycle.”

Jayler was still shaking his head. “You see, there are different types of gays.” I began stepping into the forefront. It’s time to let Jayler know about the different types of gay that people refer to. “There are bears, jocks, cubs, muscle bears, gym bunnies, otters, twinks.” I went on naming every single type that I know of. And I’m pretty embarrassed to admit the fact that I learned all of these types through my hook-up days and because I’ve slept with possibly each one of the tribe.

Ergh, I spat the dry powder onto the floor – gleaming crimson – what the fuck? I glanced up at him, he stood there leering at me, as if waiting for me to realise something. He’s a lunatic. I reached up to wipe the powder from my face. At least I tried to. My arm refused to move. My body refused to respond to my brain signals. Fuck. “Not so disparaging now are you Lille Konge?” He sneered My eyes flicked to him. Contemptuous bastard. "Jequirity bean.”

Rancid said, and flipped off the deputy. The deputy stepped up to the bars and grinned. “No, I’d rather fuck her again, she had a nice tight pussy. You ever fuck a woman? I heard all vampires are queer.” “What if I was? Would you let me suck your dick?” The deputy wasn’t ready for that comment. “Are you serious? Are you a fucking queer?” “Whip out your dick and find out,” Rancid replied. “Oh no, I ain’t showing my cock off to no queer. The one thing I hate worse than vampires are queers – and you’re both.”

Kain remarked. Luca jerked as if slapped. “I’m n-not, your-r a-anything,” he hissed. “You h-have sinful—h-homosexual t-thoughts about-t me—” Kain laughed, loud, sharp, and altogether too ridiculous, as if the phrasing alone was a joke. “You belong to me now,” Kain stated, amusement lacing his voice. “That’s not a metaphor.” “I’m n-not your whore. I’m n-not—I’m n-not g-g-gay.” Each word emerged like a cough, laced with shame, his voice breaking between disbelief and rage.

“It was fun teasing you. That’s all. I was just joking.” Experiments? Boys fucking other boys for fun? What the fuck was going on? Why had I never heard about any of this before? Probably because I had always been in a co-ed school with plenty of girls around? “If it’s still bothering you,” Devon said finally, breaking my train of thought. “You can always check out articles on bisexuality or pansexuality. They’re a thing too, you know. LGBTQ+ doesn’t only stand for lesbian or gay or Trans people. It’s an entire spectrum that holds numerous possibilities.”

"It is not against the law to be gay in our society today. It certainly doesn't imply any sort of moral turpitude." "I am not gay!" Quinn shouted, slapping the table and standing up, his whole body quivering with rage. "She's the whore, her and my pervert father." "I agree with Mr. Jordan that your sexuality is not at issue in this proceeding," Judge Crenshaw said. "I am not gay!" Quinn shouted, his face beet red. "She was always fucking a bunch of niggers and my father watched. Ask her! Ask her!" he screamed hysterically. "Mr. Kumms, you will sit down, sir," Judge Crenshaw insisted. "Mr. Jordan, control your client or I will have him expelled. Mr. Smithers, you may continue."

“They sound fun.” “They are,” I say, which is apparently the wrong answer. Jordan’s whole body snaps upright. “Sorry, run that back? They are? As in plural? As in more than one fun? As in multiple people entertained you today?” I stare at him. “Are you okay?” “No,” Jordan says immediately. “Absolutely not. I’m your main queer friend. I built this position from the ground up. I earned this. And now you’re telling me the Queer Avengers assembled the moment you showed up and you just slotted in? Like a puzzle piece?”