Calum White, known as the 'gay boy', was disowned by his own parents. He is just a 'sinful faggot', they say.
Now he lives with a sweet, old lady by the name of Camila. He helps her out from time-to-time, making sure that she is in good health while she makes sure that he would never be a broken, cold-hearted boy.
I guess you can say that they look out for each other..
Things start to change when he meets Jaxon Gauger, a lonely, broken- hearted, vampire king who lost his loved one in a battle.
But when Jaxon meets his real mate, Calum, he denies the fact that he may be gay, but the attraction becomes too powerful, and he is forced to forget his homophobic ways along with his former wife..
What will Jaxon and Calum accomplish? Will they accept each other and live happily ever after or will they face death and a never-ending pain?
[ Excerpt ]
"I'm not a faggot.." Jaxon whispered to himself, trying to convince himself more than convincing Calum, "My deceased wife would be so disappointed in me."
Calum reached forward, trying to touch Jaxon. He at least wanted to comfort the broken man because it seemed as if that was all he could do.
"Don't touch me." Jaxon said, harshly smacking Calums hand away.
Jaxon made it worse. Just by touching the boy's hand, he felt a spark, which made him want to pull the boy closer to him and say that he didn't mean a word he said.
Calum felt it also and the interaction encouraged him to wrap his arms around Jaxons neck.
Jaxon wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, fitting perfectly between his athletic-build and that's when they kissed.
Feeling the shock as their lips grazed each other and their tongues, tasting the sweet flavor of strawberries mixed with spearmint along with perceiving the gentle touch of each other.
Calum let out a low moan..
"What are you doing to me Calum White?" Jaxon asked.
Calum thought for a second.
What was he doing to him? And why did he feel this way?
~ A LGBT novel by Adrieth 💕
The room was pitch black but I could still see his handsome face.
And even if I were put in a crowd and blindfolded, I would still be able to find him.
His musky scent wafted across the bed to my nose. My favorite scent in the world. His eyes were on my face and I stared back. It felt like we were communicating with our eyes. Mine was saying "why won't you love me back?" and I was sure that his was saying "why is this dork staring at me?". At the sad thought I closed my eyes and took solace in the silence in the room, calming my raging emotions and fighting the threatening tears. I was half successful when I heard his deep voice. My eyes fluttered open at once as if they had been waiting for him to speak.
"I'm sorry for what I said about you earlier"
"It's fine" I managed to croak
"I was scared and confused but not anymore"
I did not understand what he meant. I looked at his face at the other side of the bed trying to decipher what he was trying to say but his face was blank.
"Goodnight Marco" he said and closed his eyes.
I lay in the same position, looking at the now sleeping figure. I was confused and curious.
What do you mean by not anymore? I asked in my mind as if he could somehow hear me.
But he couldn't. And I wasn't brave enough to ask.
Afraid that my heart would be shattered again by the same person I had fallen madly in love with. The only person my soul longed for.
The only person my body lusted for.
I lay in that position, watching him sleep till my eyes gave up and closed on their own.
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