MILO
"Now, tell me the truth, mate. What happened and you got a lot of bruises on your body? I want to help you but I can't do that if I don't know what's happening, mate." Travis said while still trying to comfort me by caressing my back, it somehow makes me feel a lot better, I don't know how he did it, I think it's because of how he soothingly caresses my back.
I don't know if I should tell him the truth, I'm fucking scared that if he knows the truth he's going to be disgusted with me, I can't imagine the way he'll gonna look at me after telling him that somebody used my body for pleasure. But if I don't tell him the truth, then I don't think this thing between us will gonna last long. I know that at this point, I need to tell him the truth or risk the idea of losing him.
"M-Mister Larson w-whipped me," I said weakly and I take a deep breath when Travis looks at me with a shocked face, I can't help but swallow my saliva when our eyes meet and I saw sadness an
JEREMY LARSONI was smiling widely while walking towards the parking lot but I instantly stop when I saw the person I loathed so much standing like a king not so far away from where I am. I take a deep breath and toughen my expression, I don't want him to see anything on my face but hatred. I slowly walk towards him and slightly smirk because I already have a hunch why he decided to show up right now. He is the fucking alpha and he knows everything about me, he loves interfering with my business and I have a feeling that this day will not gonna be good."Hello, your highness, to whom do I owe this visit? Did you miss me? Perhaps, your wolf misses me." I asked him still smirking as I'm trying to fight his authoritative aura, he has this power over me that I hated so much."Come on, tell me what brought you here, Truman," I added when Truman just stood beside his luxury car with a cross arm and looking at me as if he's commanding me to bend my knees and worship hi
MILOIt’s been two days since the last time I met Travis. I don't know what's wrong with me but I'm freaking nervous and anxious right now, this is what I'm actually so afraid of.Does Travis hate me for having sex with Mr. Larson? God! What kind of question is that? Of course, Travis hates me for it or worst he is disgusted by it that's why he doesn't show up anymore, and as much as I want to convince myself that it's fine since it's not like Travis and I have a relationship but I don't know why I'm feeling disappointed about it. I told Travis my reason why I decided to have sex with Mr. Larson, does he even believe me? I couldn't help myself when tears starts gushing out of my puffy eyes, it seems like my eyes were made to just keep on crying.Fuck! This is so fucking strange crying and hurting just because I haven't seen Travis for almost two days, he can always send me a message if ever he's busy but I haven't got any text from since last day, it's lik
MILO"There's no need to be afraid of, Milo. This is the way to the pack house, I mean to Travis's house. I don't know if he tells you that his family owned this land here." Tristan said and he starts walking again so I was left with no choice but to follow him into the woods. There's still a part of my mind that's telling me to go back and run but then I wanted to see Travis so bad so I keep on following Tristan.We've been walking in these woods for a few minutes now but I don't see any house from here. Every time I asked Tristan if we're close to Travis's house, he'll just nod at me and then tell me to just be patient. I got tired of asking him so I just kept on following Tristan. Fortunately, there are a lot of huge trees around us so even though the weather is in the blazing heat, I don't feel hot since it's somehow cold in the woods."We're here already," Tristan said to me and I can't help but take a sigh of relief when I saw a small house not so far from
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.REMEMBER: The world of fiction where the characters of my story reside is void of realities of HIV and STI. In the real world where we live in, HIV and STIs exist. The story is merely an escape from that world, so that I can release my subconcious, which is full of crazy and messy sex fantasies. The scenes in this story should never be recreated in real life. Guys, never ever attempt barebacking, rape or other unsafe sex acts. SECURE CONSENT. USE CONDOMS. GET TESTED. EDUCATE YOURSELF.I hope you enjoy this GoodNovel as it unfolds. I'd like to hear from you guys soon! Please do leave a review on what you think about this story.ALL RIGHTS RESERVEDCOPYRIGHT © RONAN
MILO It was already eight o'clock at night but my sister is still not home, my mama and papa are acting so weird right now as if something is off, it feels like there's something that they're not telling me because as they always say, I'm too young to understand serious things. I just hope and pray that nothing bad happened to my sister. While we were at the dinner table, I felt awkward in an inexplicable way. My mama keeps on looking at papa as if they're having a conversation by just staring at each other. I hate this feeling, I may be too young but I'm pretty much mature at my age and I knew that I can handle just fine whatever is it that they are hiding from me. "Why hasn't our daughter come home yet?" Mama asked, she sounded like she is i
MILOEvery time I pass by the plaza I only think of one thing. Why is everyone I saw in this place seem to be waiting for someone? Well, it's rumored in our town that the plaza is said to be the nest of whore, sluts, cougar, callboy, whatever they call those people who sell their bodies in exchange for money. It's such a petty that some people sell their bodies in exchange for some money but then if that's the only thing that keeps their tummy full then who am I to judge? Everyone has a story to tell.I was inside the McDonald's right now, eating my burger and fries while watching these people in the plaza, the store was just opposite the plaza which gives me more access to what these horny bunch of people was doing. I felt hungry earlier so I stop by the store the moment I was done with the enrollment, this is the last day of enrollment and I already expected that t
TRAVIS"Father!" I yelled as soon as I reach the pack house. What I've found was something that pissed me off, big time. I hope this is just a dream, but it's so impossible to be just a dream. I can't believe that I just met my mate today."What?" My father answered and showed up from the kitchen. He was looking at me annoyed which I don't give a damn about as of this moment."I found my mate," I told him showing no emotion. I know I should be jumping in happiness right now because I just found my mate and that means I am now more capable of being the next alpha since I already found the pack's future luna, but I just can't help but feel worried instead."So?" My father asks uninterested."My mate is not a lady. It's a lad, are you listening to me dad?" I said with conviction on my last words but my dad being a jerk, he acted like he didn't hear anything or maybe he doesn't care about me finding my mate. My dad just turned his back on me and continue wh
MILO"I want to get to know you, mate." He said and I can feel how serious he is when he said those words as if he really meant it. This is the first time that someone approaches me and tell me that he wanted to know more about me. But why? Why would he want to do that?"O-Okay!" That was the only word I can utter, I can't think of any better words to say so I settled with just saying okay."Okay, I know this whole thing is coming so fast, so let's take it slowly, mate. How about ice cream and some chick flicks tomorrow? What do you think?" He said trying to lighten up the atmosphere."I'm sorry but it's my first day of class tomorrow," I said and I don't know but I feel like I'm disappointed with my response but I can't take it back since I already said it and I don't want to miss my first day of class."How about this coming Wednesday? I bet it's your free day." He suggested. Wednesday is supposed to be my rest day but there's this feeling that I