Short Bl Novels & Stories

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Alex: besides, I’m almost done with the project. SEBASTIAN KEATES: fine, whatever you say. SEBASTIAN KEATES: How bout you join the football team then? Alex: I don’t play football. SEBASTIAN KEATES: Basketball then? Alex: I don’t intend on being the shortest in the team SEBASTIAN KEATES: LMAO you know you aren’t short. Alex: but definitely not as tall as the rest of the members of the basketball team. SEBASTIAN KEATES: Fine.

I trailed. " S*x without the rubber is the best ..." He said and my face burned red in a blush . " You're definitely shameless " I said and he burst out laughing . TBC

he crossed his arms while standing beside me observing the brunette. She was pretty but her dress code screamed prostitute. Her skirt was too short for comfort and her shirt revealed too much skin and to top it all off, she was a pretty little slip of a thing. "No." She said. "THAT THING-" she gestures to me "-doesn't deserve to be here."

he uses his other hand to flimsily gesture in my direction, peeking from the gaps in between his fingers. Bell immediately shields her own eyes when spotting me, "I'm blind!" She shakes her head, refusing to look at me. "Max, what did you do to Benley?! Bring his nose back!" "Zie nose zis zasgusting!" Ramos yells and pulls a face too before suddenly fainting. I'm officially done for today.

If he sighed or growled. “Haven’t heard that tonight,” “Are you usually this short?” Finally, the woman's eyes shifting to his own, she smiled a small smile. One he’d hoped was the first genuine of the night. Gripping the railing beside him, Blue wondered whether his knuckles were white from the summer chill or from struggling with the same disgusting urges as she. But hadn’t the guts to ask. Instead, narrowed her eyes with a small, troublesome smile, “Only to the people I don’t like,” and pressed her knees together to stifle her need as a stony hand dwarfed her shoulder.

No curves, no nothing. I’m standing outside the tall building on my medium-height heels, black pants, and a white shirt with thin vertical stripes. My hair is loose on my back and my make-up is minimal, just my eyes have a little color in them, nude lips, and simple jewelry. I’m just chatting with Margot Pope, a friendly chat, and that’s it. A chat about me guarding a house while the owner is not home. At least that was what it said online about the whole deal.

I say deflating in seconds. After a short cab ride, all three of us are standing at the ruins of a blown-up bus, although there are nobodies lying around on the street you can still see the bloodstains from where they were, the whole area has been cordoned off, there are still police and investigators looking around so there's not much chance of us being able to get near the site without being spotted, I stand at the edge of the tape, close my eyes and take in as much air as I can, I breathe deeply trying to concentrate on the smell around me but all I'm getting is the scent of the humans around me and burnt remains of the explosion

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

I can't even compare the pain to anything. "Dammit! I got blood on my shoe!" Alison huffed, checking her stiletto. The very stiletto that just pierced the back of my hand."It wouldn't have happened if this freak wasn't a part of our school!" Karen Alison's sidekick chirped. Alison smirked. "You know what? You're right! Elle should just do the world a favor and disappear!"