Wattpad Boyxboy Novels & Stories

His damp, dark hair was messy, and he had a white towel loosely slung around his neck. The problem wasn't his bare, muscular chest or his broad shoulders. The problem was what he was wearing on his lower half. Chase was wearing a pair of loose, thin grey sweatpants. And because we had been best friends since elementary school, I knew for a fact that Chase never wore boxers when he was just lounging around his apartment. Without underwear, the thin fabric of the grey sweatpants didn't hide a single thing. As he shifted his weight to put the juice carton back in the fridge, the distinct outline of his junk shifted too. I could literally see the shape and weight of his sack hanging low against

I wrapped him up tightly and held his little body against my own. “You’re my dad,” the boy said in awe. He lifted his hands up to touch my face, as if he was trying to figure out for sure, if I was real. “Mom said you had to go away for business but she told me one day you'd come back and you did, you really came back,” Jacob said, as a tear slipped from his eye. I felt like my heart had just burst in my chest. Lilith was now sobbing next to us on the bed.

he exclaimed, angry. The boy looked at Thea from head to toe. He pushed the knee-length jeans boy. "Go away from here!" "What do you want, Xander? Want to pretend to be a hero? " the boy pushed him back. "Then you? Aren't you ashamed to bother girls, loser?" The tall one clenched his fists. Prepare to silence the distruber. The boy who had just arrived raised his chin, defiantly. "What do you want? Want to hit me? You want me to report this to Miss Yerez?"

A strange voice said from behind me. I turned, and saw a black haired guy, wearing a white shirt that pointed out his abs, which were looking hot, alongside a black leather jacket and blue jeans and his eyes were damn pretty. He didn’t look familiar, I couldn't tell whether he was a new student or if he wasn’t from this school, but just came to use our library. “Hey new boy,” Simeon smiled, winking at him. Simeon is bisexual, and right now he is drooling over the new guy.

The whispers had grown louder, the shoves more forceful, and the isolation around Daniel had become a thick, suffocating blanket. He was the new kid, small for his age, with an unfortunate stutter that made him an easy target for the trio of older boys who ruled the back corner of the schoolyard. Every day was a new gauntlet of taunts, tripped feet, and the cold dread of what might come next. Their leader named Peter was the son of the chairman and other two were his lackeys who did whatever Peter told them to and in exchange Peter would give them money . They both were from delinquent background and always the one to act on Peter's idea of bullying.

Rowan Maddox didn’t like babysitting billionaires’ sons. He liked control. Schedules. Predictability. People who followed orders and didn’t come with PR teams, club scandals, or designer addictions. So when his phone rang that morning private number, clipped voice on the line, offer too large to be polite he almost said no. Almost. But then came the name. Cassian Wexley. And the price. Now he sat in the steel-and-glass atrium of Wexley Global Headquarters, sipping stale coffee from a paper cup, trying not to grind his teeth as his contact approached.

I reply. “I’m Charli, and most people treat me okay. I guess. I know I’m not like other boys and I find boys more attractive than girls,” the pretty little boy says. “I even have a boyfriend, sort of. He’s two years older and told me no one can know he kissed me, but you are The Luna and my half sister, so…I guess if you don’t make a mess of anything, because I really like him.”

Kate scrolled down to the screenshots below the app description and swiped her thumb to the left. The screenshots featured the same soft artwork and oil pastel colors: a park, a beach, sample chat exchanges, the guy’s bedroom, his wardrobe and a chart of various emoticons. The screenshots announced: | Create your very own customizable boyfriend! Enabled with empathic AI, Your Dream Boyfriend will listen intuitively to you! Travel around the world with him! Purchase upgrades for your stylish boyfriend makeover!

My heart accelerates seeing him in the doorframe under the dim light, but still able to distinguish his rough and imposing silhouette. He's lucky Ian has left a pajama here for all the times he stays overnight. I find it in Jo's dresser drawer, and when I return to the room, I'm momentarily paralyzed seeing his tattooed body in just his underwear. I could spend the whole night tracing his tattoos, outlining them with my fingers, and looking at him because Ashton is incredibly handsome, and I've fallen for the bad boy again.

Then, the swiping begins. “He likes your favorite book,” Heather says. I shake my head. “He’s got those veiny muscles. They make me think about drawing blood too much. Next.” Next. Next. The guys with blond hair and blue eyes still look too much like Ryan. The guys that pose shirtless scream “misogynist.” The guys that pose with half-unbuttoned shirts and books scream “misogynist in disguise.” We even find one guy who would normally be exactly my type, a homebody who’s not too muscular or too pretty. I stare at him for a few seconds, willing something to come to life and make me want to go out with him. Nothing.