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He also had matte black hair, pale skin and glowing red eyes. Silas saw me staring and looked at him too, hissing at him right after. "Greet or else I'll snap your neck in half." The boy looked up from his barely cooked steak and stared at me. "Hi," He mumbled. "Alexander, Sapphire's son and the twins' step brother." He looked back down at his food. His steak looked really raw, there was still blood dripping from it yet he didn't seem to care about it.

Matt growled in pleasure and teased the boy's puckered asshole, before moaning out, "What are you, boy?" Tyler tried to break the kiss and shake his head in denial, but the coach held him close. As the boy refused to answer, Matt trailed his hand from the boy's butt back to the boy's cock and balls. Once he had them secured in his grip, he gave them a gentle squeeze. Tyler whimpered again and tried to squirm away, but Matt only tightened his grip to cease any movement in the boy. Tyler sighed in defeat and humiliation into the kiss, before shamefully replying, "I'm a fuckboy, sir."

I reach into my hair for my pencil, pull out one long, loose curl that falls down against my neck. “Well, if you don’t need anything…”I begin to say. “Wait.”He stammers fidgeting a little bit, well I guess his friends had finally let him on the know. “Yes?” He lowers his eyes and picks up a book from the counter in front of me. It’s"Wet Dreams" by Josie frank. The boy’s palm covers the illustration on the front cover. He flips the book sideways and runs his finger down the spine. Now comes the break point. Will he ask, or will he leave here with only a book. The boy swallows. I can hear the sound as loud as if it was my own throat. He slides the book across the counter toward me. His fingers

He forced a smile, "My name's Kane, and I—" "That doesn't tell us who you are," Jasper raised his eyebrows. "We've never seen you before." Kane's hands tightened into fists, but he again smiled, "I'm Ally's step-brother." All of them eyed one another, and then they burst into laughter, Jasper leaning forward and placing a hand on Kane's shoulder, tightly squeezing. "You should have said that! So you're Kane?" Kane frowned, I just said that. "Yea, nice to meet you guys. By the way, I'm looking for the bathroom?"

Wow, this girl must be the daughter of a senator I turned on the screen and wowed at the lockscreen wallpaper. It was a very handsome boy. So so cute "and he looks like a girl" I muttered out with a laugh. Or maybe it's a girl that looks like a boy. Whatever. Either way, they look good I stood up and tucked the phone under my clothes so my auntie won't see them and sell them to buy cocaine Wilbur's POV I walked in through the gate and hurried to the garage. She came out of her car

is how intoxicating the fire can be or how it doesn't come at you like a roaring blaze. No. It flickers in shadows, finds you in your loneliness, boredom, and hunger to feel something real. It curls around your ankles like smoke under a locked door. And by the time you realize the room is on fire, it's too late. Boys like him don't storm in and tear down walls. They don't announce themselves with alarms or warnings. They slide into your DMs around 2:07 a.m. with something borderline stupid enough to make you roll your eyes. You should ignore it and go to bed.

"Because I'm the male lead. I get whatever I want. Naomi's life will only reach perfection if she's with me. You, on the other hand, are doomed to love her in vain." As his words fell, my eardrums felt as if they were pierced. A deafening ring drowned out the world. At 21, I was still a short-fused wealthy heir who had never been provoked like this before. So, I hired some guys to corner Bryson, wanting to threaten him into leaving Naomi. The first thing I got in return was a biting warning from her. By the second time, all traces of love for me had vanished from Naomi's eyes, replaced entirely by an icy disgust.

Slowly— She closed her locker. The soft click sounded louder than it should have. Then— She turned. --- The boy stood there. A few steps away. His fists clenched at his sides. Eyes red—not from sleep. From something else. Something heavier. Grief. Anger. Blame. All mixed into something ugly. Something raw. Something real. “He would still be alive if you had acted sooner, bitch.” --- Silence. Complete. The hallway didn’t just quiet down.

"Carry..." Alexandro looked down. His eyes met the boy's eyes. Blue met black, warm met cold. He stepped closer. No, he didn't carry him. He just stepped closer. He knelt down. One knee touched the ground. His face was now level with the boy's face. "Are you a boy or a girl?" he asked. The boy blinked. "A boy." "Boys aren't crybabies." The boy fell silent. "Boys have to be strong," Alexandro continued. "Don't ask to be carried. Stand on your own two feet. That's what boys do."

The expression on the boy’s face turned from amusement to shock in a second and he fell down to the floor on his knees. “I’m sorry, my King,” he pleaded. “It was a dare. My friends thought I couldn’t do it. They promised me a hundred silver coins if I did…and…and …and I knew you were a lenient Alpha.” “You knew I was a lenient Alpha,” Xavier smiled. “I’m sorry, my King,” the boy cried. “I needed the coins. My family, we’re paupers. No money.” “Are your parents here?” Xavier stared at him.