Y.O.L.O (Boyxboy) By Hidee Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Killian’s feelings   Francisco blinked blankly before roaring into laughter, leaning against the back of seat as if an invisible hand was pushing him, clutching his waist as he banged his fist against the door. “Good one,” he cackled, trying to calm down. “As if Killian Henderson would actually settle with one person,” he snorted, making me frown as he spoke the truth. “No really, who is this […]

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Y.O.L.O (Boyxboy) By Hidee Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Husband and wife Killian drove down the road, heading to the town’s police station. The ride was quiet and awkward and I sunk in my seat, staring out the window and feeling like I always ended up being in his jeep after doing something embarrassing. “Do you want to listen to some music?” Asked Killian, breaking the silence and making me flinch. I nodded, desperate to fill the […]

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Y.O.L.O (Boyxboy) By Hidee Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Crossdressing   ??? I somehow ended up going to Killian’s house, sitting on the edge of his bed while I waited for Killian to come out. I anxiously squeezed my clammy hands together, my stomach still turned into endless knots, already regretting coming here. My mind replayed the conversation we had before going into detention. “Your fourth dare?” He asked and I nodded. Killian paused, pursing his lips […]

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Y.O.L.O (Boyxboy) By Hidee Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Got the moves like Jagger   “Drink, drink, drink, drink!” chanted the crowd. I picked up my fifth cup of beer and chugged it down, scrunching my face at the bitter taste before raising the cup over my head to make sure that everything was drunk. I felt nothing but a few driplets and the crowd around me started to cheer, jumping up and getting all hyped. “Whoohoo!” […]

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Y.O.L.O (Boyxboy) By Hidee Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Kinky Killian I watched wide-eyed as Jenna started mixing a bunch of drinks into a bright red cup before handing it to me. I looked at the murky color and tried not to scowl at the smell, putting on a polite smile. “I um, I don’t drink,” I murmured. She rolled her eyes. “Of course you do,” she said. “I really don’t,” I pressed, remembering what my parents […]

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