They're Mine!

They're Mine!

  • WpView
    Leituras 213
  • WpVote
    Votos 12
  • WpPart
    Capítulos 1
WpMetadataReadEm andamento7m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima atualização ter, jul 30, 2019
∆Marie∆ They keep talking about something called a "mate", but every time I ask what they're talking about they look at me weird. I don't understand what's so big about having a so called " mate". I have my sister and that's all I need, really. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ∆Zeal(Zel)∆ "I need you two to trust me" I try to tell them. "Says who?!" Marie shouts at me as I flinch. "We don't need you, we've gotten this far without you." I run my hand through my hair, again. I've been doing that a lot lately. "Yeah, you have...but you can't live without me now. I'm your mate, we're-" "I don't care! We've never met you before and I wish we never had!" She shouts as I feel myself practically dying at her words. Before I could stop and think for 5 seconds, I shot forward and pressed my lips against her perfectly soft, inviting lips. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This book involves LGBT+ so if you're not okay with that, please leave. Don't stay to just hate on this story.
Todos os Direitos Reservados
#963
gayness
WpChevronRight
Junte-se a maior comunidade de histórias do mundoTenha recomendações personalizadas, guarde as suas histórias favoritas na sua biblioteca e comente e vote para expandir a sua comunidade.
Illustration

Talvez você também goste

  • There's A Boy in my Bed (BoyxBoy)
  • Deception (Lesbian Story)
  • Boys Will Be Boys (v.2)
  • Practically Normal (BoyxBoy)
  • Ms. Werewolf's Human Mate
  • BETA MINE (mxm || lgbtq)
  • Alpha Logan
  • My Monster Mate (Book I)
  • All Mine (Completed) (Being Edited)

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

Mais detalhes
WpActionLinkDiretrizes de Conteúdo