The Boys Comic Novels & Stories

she said and opened to the middle. “Now that's Wilbur Sanders” she pointed to a huge picture of a brown haired boy with red bright lips and a beautiful smile. The headline was Pink Belongs To Him “this is the Wilbur Sanders?” I asked her, when I recognized one of the pictures “yeah” she replied not looking at the magazine Well all the pictures on this page look like each other. So it has got to be him. Now about the phone, it's either the owner is a fan of this guy. Or it's this guy himself

An incessant drumming, a strident guitar matching the voice that sings the verses I don't know. — What is this music? — Haven't you ever heard it? — he asks, shaking his head. — It's called Boys don't cry, it's by a British band called The Cure, who were very successful in the 80's? — What does it talk about? — It literally talks about a guy who has lost the love of his life, and tries to disguise his sadness in order not to appear fragile in front of others, claiming that boys don't cry. — It sounds too sad, why are we listening?

I commented. Hayden snorted. “The classy ones are usually-“ Scott reached over and smacked him over the head then gestured to me. “Oh.” Hayden spoke looking at me like he just remembered I was present. I rolled my eyes at their disgusting boy talk. I looked closer and watched my brother's face light up with a goofy grin, clearly smitten with the girl standing in front of him. I had never in my life seen Drew this way. “‘Danger Drew’ is such a simp.” Scott spoke, his voice unexpectedly loud.

Right now, too many people—warriors and civilians alike—must travel to the pack hospital for treatment, and that is not always an option during an attack. “It’s a great idea, Heather.” Alison beams at me, tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “I will speak to Lucas and arrange interviews.” Just then, a sharp shriek echoes through the hall, followed by a burst of giggles. Before I can turn, four small boys come barrelling into the room. They are covered in chocolate—faces smeared, little hands sticky, the undeniable glint of toddler mischief shining in their eyes. Zach. Xander. Oscar. Eliot.

He almost resembles a human being, but I know better. “I think you might’ve hit him too hard, Drew,” Lucas goes to pat him on the shoulder. So, the heartless bastard’s name is Drew, I don’t know why but it fits him. “Hey Adrian, did you see how Drew kicked ass?” Lucas gloats towards the other brown eyed boy with the broad shoulders. I would think him a jock if not for his totally badass attire. “Are you okay?” my eyes land back on Drew. I don’t like him, hell, he was capable of handling his daughter to some random stranger but he saved me. My parents always taught me to be grateful of others’ chivalrous actions. I nod my head in response.

The heat of the flames felt nice against the cool air, but the stares didn’t stop. “Hey, new girl.” Two boys stumbled over, reeking of beer. Their eyes were glassy, their grins wide. “You’re even prettier up close,” one said. “Not interested.” My voice was flat. They laughed. “Come on, don’t be shy,” the other one slurred, reaching for my arm. “Leave me alone!” I shoved his hand away. My voice came out louder than I meant. People turned. Conversations stopped. The boys laughed again. “Feisty.”

The leader commanded pointing a gun at me as i slowly crawled out. They kicked my phone far away and pressed a knife against my neck. “Please please don't kill me” i begged fearfully. The leader smirked and looked at me lustfully. “You don't look so bad” he drawled, tracing the tip of his gun between my breasts. I shivered in fright closing my eyes. Suddenly, the door bursted open a large group of musculine men rushed in. “Paul.?”

I didn’t come to Westbridge High to make enemies. I came to survive. New school. New city. Just me and my best friend, Joe, trying not to get crushed by a place ruled by rich athletes and their unspoken rules. That plan lasted exactly one day. Because Joe got targeted. And I made the mistake of stepping in. Now, I’m caught between the two most dangerous boys at Westbridge: Jay Vale the untouchable hockey captain who looks at everyone like they don’t matter. Liam Knox the former best friend who used to stand beside him... until a bitter confession broke them apart. Jay says he wants to help me. He offers to tutor me, to protect me. But the way he watches me doesn't feel

"They are busy. "They probably changed numbers." "They're travelling." "They will call tomorrow." Tomorrow became next week. Next week became another. One afternoon she opened social media. Maybe someone had posted something. Perhaps one of her friends had sent her a message on social media. Instead, she found photographs. The five boys together. Laughing. Celebrating the end of school. Someone had uploaded pictures from a graduation party. Roman was making a ridiculous face. Damian had an arm around Victor's shoulder. Lucien stood in the background looking mildly annoyed.

he said nodding towards the tripod that had been shifted from my side and placed on the center of the bus. I gulped hard but he grabbed my neck so hard, my eyes widened. “Psst, hey boys, need a bit of an assistance over here” he called out and like they were part of the game, both boys stood up so fast and stormed toward us. “He needs to be naked,” Ash said, leaning down and giving me a painful hard kiss. “Mmmm” I protested even though I was already enjoying this too much. I needed to keep up with the act. Both boys were already pulling at my clothes with an urgency that needed to be studied. In a matter of seconds I was naked.