Straight Guy Tricked Novels & Stories

A strangled yelp filled the air as the guy…a skinny, dirty-looking bastard…tried to yank his hand back. “Let go, man!” he hissed. I tightened my grip. “You trying to steal from me?” “It was a joke!” He winced. “I swear, just a joke…” I wasn’t in the mood for this. Not tonight. I stood up and punched him. The crack of my fist against his jaw was sharp. He staggered back, hitting a table, knocking drinks over. A couple of guys shot up from their seats. “Oh, it’s on now.”

Refusing to play along with her act, I glared at her swollen belly and growled, “Cut the act. Tell me. Why are all your pregnancy side effects showing up on me?” Maisie widened her eyes and put on a pitiful expression. “You’re imagining things. You must really have paranoia.” I shoved the blade closer to her stomach. “Stop the fake act. Speak!” She shrieked. “Okay, okay! I’ll tell you!” However, before the words left her mouth, she burst into fake tears. “Alex, help me!” I didn’t notice Alex sneaking up behind me until he yanked the knife from my hand and kicked me hard in the chest.

Jack invited Kevin to play a game of alcohol-punishing challenges, how could someone like him beat this white wolf, right, tigers are brothers of the same black family. I don't like to watch people do bad things. Putting the pack back into the bag, Jane stroked the lashes one and leisurely walked back to the two of them, he leaned back against the wall to turn on the lighter and then turned off again at the same time to open his mouth. "If you rape someone, you should find a place." The sound of the successful dance attracted their attention. Jane looked at the name of her son who was holding the girl's hand. You know you're not a nice guy. He had a strong smell of alcohol on his body, his f

Jace slid in, breathing a little harder than usual, already tugging off the cleaner’s jacket like it offended him. “Damn disguise,” he muttered, tossing it to the back. “Smells like chemicals and poop. Never tell anyone about this okay!! If you ever, I will end our friendship.” I didn’t respond. He glanced at me while pulling the car into motion. “You should have seen it,” he went on, a grin tugging at his lips. “Adrian didn’t even realize what was happening at first. I kept him busy just like you said. If you had seen his face when I poured him the cleaning water. He looked like he would puke his stomach. I dipped the mop into the toilet. Then carried the smelly water to the elevator. I ac

I saw it—Gideon Salton taking cash from his buddies, one after another. That was when it clicked: I was just the punchline in some bet. The ones who lost laughed first, then rolled their eyes like I was the idiot. "Madison Montclaire, do you even get how much I lost 'cause of you? Use your brain for once." "We've told you a million times—Gideon's way outta your league. You really thought he'd marry you?"

The man didn't dare to hide the truth. Slimbuckets was furious, offended even! It turned out, Woody had tricked them into fighting each other! "You asshole, you dare to trick the Reckless Brothers? You're really looking to die!" His face grew darker. "But such a trick won't have any impact on our plans anyway! You'll be the one who dies next! "I hope you're not weak, boy. Otherwise, it'll be too boring!" However, Woody's expression was one of indifference. He pointed at the other man. "Come over here then!"

"Exactly, Hazel… Jaxon is just using you, and once he’s fu*ked you enough, he’ll dump you." "I don’t want to hear my name or Hazel’s come out of your stupid mouth," I warned as I closed the gap between us. "Or what? You fu*king man-whore..." My fist slammed into his jaw with a sharp snap that cut his words off mid-air. The sound was so loud that it drew a stunned hush from the crowd. Trey staggered back, clutching his face with his eyes wide, but he didn’t retaliate. He knew better or maybe he was just too shocked. Either way, I was done with his childish crap for the night.

"Ang alin?" "Lahat ng 'to... Nakulong ka na, 'di ba? Gusto mo pa bang bumalik dun?" Lucas shook his head as he chuckled. "If you think about it, I didn't fail last time... I was just unlucky because I was the new meat. Choosing the fall guy was a part of the plan. I was just too arrogant not to realize that those assholes chose me for that role. Minalas lang ako dahil ako ang naging scapegoat nila. This time, hindi na ako makukulong. After all, I have the best people with me, right?"

I spoke, through gritted teeth. "Aww, pretty boy is quaking in his boots," the bald guy spoke mockingly, quivering his bottom lip. The Hispanic guy with the mustache grinned, revealing his blackened teeth. "You should go before I hurt you," I warned, struggling to hold back. The tattooed guy chuckled. "Pretty boy's having a bad day. Perhaps I could help you with that ..." he outstretched his hand, curling his fingers as if demanding I hand over something. "I'll let you go but it'll cost you that fancy-looking watch and the keys to your ride."

“Ah. Feisty. Exactly my type.” “And you are exactly not my type, so let me go or else you’d be in jail tomorrow morning. Or not. Maybe this night.” I didn’t expect for them to take me seriously, so I wasn’t surprised when they only laughed as if I’m just a big joke. “Fuck you. Fuck all of you,” I muttered. I swear, I’m so pissed I can see red. “What? You want us to fuck you?” the bigger one said. My jaw moved and I couldn’t help myself anymore. I slapped him.