Bxb Novels

Stutter Boy Michael Nate Clark has always been identified as the stutter boy. His previous three years of high school was a disaster where he was constantly bullied and made fun of for his stutter.Now Nate is about to have a fresh start as he got admission into a highly reputed boarding school in Texas with scholarship. He has some hope that people in this new school would leave him alone and he can finally have a prosperous school life. But he is proved wrong as he happens to stare at Ethan Vance, a guy from his Calculus class, who looks alike his late brother Alex. Ethan turns out to be a bully and starts bullying Nate along with the rest of the jocks. But does Ethan really like to bully Nate or is he doing it to keep his place in the popular crowd ? What happens when Ethan and Nate has to share a dorm room. When will the bullying stop ? Will it ever? Or will Nate learn some shocking truths regarding his birth?Follow Ethan and Nate as they explore feelings they never thought they would get to experience and maybe even more than that. *************** Nate's POV " M..Michael Clark.", I say to the tired looking secretary sitting in front of the computer as I finally reach inside the hostel office of 'Westview high' after standing in the enormous queue for almost an hour. The secretary looks up at me and then hurriedly types something on her computer. "Michael Nate Clark ?", she asks after a second and I nod. " New admission?", I again nod. “ Dorm B, 69 “, she then calls out to the other lady who is standing by the cupboards, fiddling inside boxes of keys. Soon enough the lady expertly tosses a key to the secretary’s desk. "Michael, you'll be staying in Dorm B, room no 69.", she says in a hurry. " oh..o..okay.", I nod seeing her hurry and quickly take the key from her hands, hastily walking out of the queue. I take my suitcase and bags from where I had placed it outside the office, before I stood in the line. Then I walk in direction of I don’t actually know where. Because I am new in this boarding school and I don't have any idea where I'm going. I am supposed to be finding my dorm room now. After that I just have to unpack my stuff and rest till tomorrow morning. Tomorrow is my first day in this school. If you are wondering why I'm in this school, then it's because, unfortunately last year I wrote a scholarship exam. I was one among the three people who got selected to this highly qualified boarding school in Texas called ' Westview High ' where I'll be studying for free along with scholarship for next one year as now I enrolled as a senior student. But I'm certainly not looking forward to this new high school experience. At a point during last year, I had honestly thought to drop out of school when things became too difficult for me. I barely survived my previous high school which was only a few blocks away from home. And I honestly had no plan to enrol into this school, which is five hours away from my home in Oklahoma. It was my parent

Alpha Sebestian (REJECT ME) "Don't tell me you don't want this Sebestian. How can you deny our bond?" Allen said. "We both know we are meant to be together. You can't fight it forever. We both know that we are mate...." "No, don't say it, it's not possible"Sebestian said with a wince. "You know we can't be together and I don't want this Allen. I don't want you". "I am rejecting you Allen...... Goodbye''. ***************

Drowning In You He bit his lip for a while. "Just because we kissed doesn't mean that I like you." I chuckled. "I know." "I still hate you." "I heard you the first couple of times." He hesitated. "And if we kiss again, I still don't like you." ~ Henry Young is an antisocial highschool student. Due to the death of his older brother, Nate, his fear of abandonment made him distance himself from others. He stayed low, only talked when necessary and never joined many social circles. One day, a young man moves in with his family and despite Henry's anger, he can't seem to take his eyes off him. Because of Andre's outgoing nature, Henry is convinced that they're complete opposites and will never come to good terms with each other. But each moment they spend around each other keeps proving him wrong and maybe, just maybe, he doesn't see Andre as a brother figure. *************** The school bell rang, signaling the end of classes and saying that I felt relieved was an understatement. I quickly began to pack my books as I ignored the teacher at the front of the class rambling on about homework and giving a stiff warning to the people who didn't hand theirs in last time. I sat back and gazed out of the window at the students that poured into the parking lot and the urge to get home grew stronger. I didn't hate school. Infact, I liked it a fair lot. What I didn't like were the people. Especially the righteous, overly social type. The so-called "outgoing" type. No matter what I did to make myself less noticable, they'd always be people who would want to make friends with me. Despite the aloof air that I had around me, I was never bullied and I was grateful that my freedom wasn't tempered with by immature assholes. "Henry," Louis, a friend of mine, called as he laid his hand on my shoulder. "It's time to go." Looking around the class, I realised that only a handful of us were left and the teacher was gone. "Oh." I stood up and put on my backpack. "How were your lessons? We were given a surprise quiz and I totally wasn't ready for it," he complained as we made our way out of the school building. "Are you ever ready for anything?" I asked with a chuckle. Even though Louis had energy levels that far exceeded mine, I didn't mind it much. "I am! But that quiz jumped at me out of nowhere." He buried his face in his hands and groaned. "And I stayed up late chatting with Wendy from french class yesterday." "You're still crushing on her?" I asked as I glanced at him in mild surprise. He dropped his hands to his sides. "Hey, you don't see me criticising your interests." "You have a new crush every month that's why I'm surprised that you're still talking about Wendy three months in. Also, I'm pretty sure that you'd be caught off guard any day, Mr. I don't study everyday." He gasped dramatically, as if I had just insulted him. "Who the hell studies everyday? I'm not going to punish myself like that." "I study everyday and I'm okay." "You see, my friend, you must be a