Absolute Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Abel sat on the couch and stared at the floor for a while before starting in a barely audible voice. “I’ve never cared for anyone like I do for him. I’ve never loved anyone as I love him. It’s not that kind of love though. It’s a friend kind of love, just very strong. I always felt like what we had was something deeper. Not just friendship. Not even you know, mate thingy. Just much deeper and pure. I had convinced myself that I would go to any extent to protect him and that’s why I was serious when I answered your question.”

Before continuing, he placed his hands on Angelina’s cheeks and turned her head towards him. Then he said, “Angelina, please pay very close attention to the things that I am about to say to you because they are of the utmost significance.” He then continued while taking a few long breaths “I love you, Angelina. I do so very much. My preconceptions of what a partner should be for me have been completely and utterly surpassed by you in every aspect. You are very kind, considerate, and patient, and it is a pleasure to spend time in your company. I adore the way in which you can make me laugh. At this moment in time, I simply am unable to imagine living my life without you.”

Angelina snorted. "I'm guessing, your boyfriend must be inconsiderate, right?" Alex smiled wryly when she said that. "You don't even know him, so don't judge him so carelessly. Don't you realize it's my boyfriend you're mocking?" sneered Angelina. Alex chuckled sarcastically. "I don't need to know him to judge him," Alex said confidently. "Don't be such a big shot. Who the hell are you?" Angelina sneered again. "I'm Alexander Dominik, and everyone says I'm great." Alex boasted. Angelina only replied with a snort.

Now I was even more curious to know who the father of this handsome man is and why he would do such a thing to his son. "Are we supposed to be keeping secrets from each other as mates?" "What kind of mates are we?" he asked almost immediately, and I remained silent. "Answer me, Charlotte. What kind of mates confess without hesitation that she doesn't love her mate? How can we then share secrets when our relationship isn't solid? It only ends with betrayal, hurt, and heartbreak, unless the one hesitating agrees to love. If not, our bond is the weakest bond I've ever seen. If you're wondering, Ariana is a childhood friend. We haven't been in any sexual relationship before. I want you to be my

“Kian, honey you don’t even like girls why would you marry me?” “It’d be a platonic marriage and haven’t you seen that video of these super gentlemanly gay guys saying to the straights that they would take their wives away? Because come on we would be the best husbands, amazing dress sense, hardly ever a misogynist, we could listen to your gossip all day, a match made in heaven!” “I have seen that actually,” Aish chimed in, “Abel and Marshall showed me,” “How are they by the way?” I posed leaning against the counter with my cinnamon twist still pipping hot in its brown wrapping.

I answer His jaw ticks but I can't seem to find the switch to shut my mouth "Why don't you just go back to your new toy huh? Leave me alone,this is Ronan's role so stop mixing up yourself for your brother." I spit with so much venom. "Step-brother." I huff, "Whatever you want Brandon. You don't have any right to act all possessive with me,you're not my boyfriend." "Your so called boyfriend didn't even notice your state back there,he didn't come after you and here you are saying it's his role, he's just a pathetic loser." "Stop! I don't care about your opinion Brandon,just go back to Bree." "So this is about Bree?"

“He’s going to be over the moon.” “I have so many ‘what ifs’ running through my head,” I admitted, looking down at my hands. “What if he thinks I’m doing this to ground him? To trap him? Just like Cash’s mother did. I don’t want him to ever look at me and think I used a child to keep him by my side.” “Barbie... look at me,” Abbie said, reaching out to grab my arm. “I can promise you right now, Aaron is completely, hopelessly in love with you. This isn’t a trap; it’s a gift.”

“She was… a friend.” He leans back, slow and tense, like he’s trying to find space to think. The silence between us grows heavier, uncomfortable. For a moment, I think about asking if he wants to step out and get some air, but I don’t. I just sit there quietly, watching him, waiting. “Her husband was abusive,” he continues. “Emotionally. Physically.” He swallows hard. “Se-sexually.” My chest tightens. Holy shit. I want to reach for him, to say something, anything but when he glances up, the look in his eyes roots me in place. It’s raw and haunted.

I guess there are also trust issues brewing between the couple. Again, something I do not plan to clear out. I mean their issues might work out well for me. I am the guy she trusts and relies on to tell her the truth. What do they call that situation again? Besties right? Ooh, I want to be more than just that, fuck buddies rings a nice bell to me.