Straight Man Book Novels & Stories

I could have said Zeus, but I instead said my brother's name because, without him and Athena, I would be lonely like this man. "Thank you, dear." I let out a wry smile and left the old man staring down at the booklet as he smiled. I wasn't sure what's the deal with the man. Maybe he's a lonely and depressing old man who just needed to talk to someone. Usually, people don't interact with the elderly because they don't want to be bothered, but I guess they are just alone.

"Open it." ‎ ‎I hesitated. ‎ ‎"I hope it suits you," Eve said, still smiling. ‎ ‎Slowly, I peeled back the wrapping paper. ‎ ‎The bright colors hit me first. Then the sharp smell of cheap ink. ‎ ‎My stomach dropped when I saw the title printed across the cover. ‎ ‎How to Turn a Straight Man into a Gay Guy. ‎For a second, everything went quiet. You could have heard a pin drop. Even I seemed to stop breathing.

He added mockingly. Remington smirked, recollecting his girl's badass actions. "Remember me?" He queried. Moving closer, stalking, until he was standing in front of Paul. In his hand, he was holding a razor-sharp machete. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way." Taller than their captive by a few inches, Redington glided the sharp edge of the knife on the frat boy's forehead down to his nape. Dull yellow locks fell on the floor. Some of his skin scraping along, thick blood dripped from the blade.