Are You My Boyfriend Book Novels & Stories

"I'm a boy and I don't do sleepovers" "And what if you are a boy, I once had a male bestie and we had many sleepovers" "Your relationship with Charlie is different from mine and Riley" "Just do as I say" "Okay". "One more thing Mike, are you having trouble with school?" "No". "Okay, then I'll read you a bedtime story" Ariana picked up a book, and Mike lay down on his bed waiting patiently for Ariana to start reading. *********

Just as I was about to turn, Cecile snuffed, as if she was about to cry “Do you even have any clue who my boyfriend is, Cecile?” She asked, her voice sounding broken. “You didn't even bother to ask..” She mumbled. I sighed and dropped my shoulders in defeat, motioning for her to speak. “My boyfriend…” She paused, her lips quivering while I listened intently to what she had to say. “---- is you, Collin.” She revealed, her words stabbing my heart like a two-edged sword. Here I was thinking it was some other dude. The small relief I had dissipated and I clenched my fist as I shot her a glare

Sometimes I wondered how did I fall for Cannon, the guy who was my sister's boyfriend. My heart got uttering, "He wasn't anyone's boyfriend when I loved him. You fool, I told you to talk to him. But you scared goat, you didn't." These days I was getting in argument with myself pretty much. Being annoyed at my inner self, I shouted at me mentally, "Shut up." I turned as I heard him uttering, "Choose one between these two." I uttered confusedly, "Me?" "Yes, you Elaine. There is none in front of me except for you."

I whispered, stumbling a step back. This was Sebastian, my boyfriend. The man in the wheelchair across the room, with his leg strapped in a cast. Just two weeks ago, in some twisted effort to impress his visiting twin brother, he’d pushed himself too hard at the gym and ended up breaking his leg. “You’re always waiting for the right moment to reveal who you really are,” he added sharply, each word a blade.

He ignored Evan and crouched by my bedside, asking softly, "How do you feel? Does your head still hurt?" I nodded, tugging my wound in the process. The pain made me wince and bare my teeth. "Don't move!" he said anxiously. "Watch out for your wound." I blinked and asked hoarsely, "Are you my boyfriend?" A trace of hesitation flashed in Nathan's eyes as he parted his lips to answer. Before he could say anything, Evan cried, "Yes, he is! You should stay here with your girlfriend, Nate. I need to go to Lauren to help her with something urgent, so I'll catch you later."

“Will you go out with me, Jay? I know I should have asked this before I almost fucked your brains out last night, but I believe it's not too late. Will you be my boyfriend?” He nodded, face brightening. “Yes!” My face broke out into a grin and I wrapped my hands around him, hugging him so tight, I almost broke his small frame. “So, you're now my boyfriend?” I tested the word on my lips, and it was the freaking best thing after his name. “Of course, boyfriend… I'm now yours. Now, will you please fuck this boyfriend of yours? He's already dripping, eager for your cock.” I groaned. “Baby, when did you get so crude? Who taught you those words?”

Over time, my secret crush on Marty slowly twisted under layers of restraint and endurance. From simply wanting him to acknowledge me as the older one, to now—wanting him to kneel at my feet and call me "Master." … On the last day of military training, a fox beast-man from our year suddenly awakened as an incubus. The entire crowd erupted. My best friend poked my arm and pointed at a boy in the distance who was shyly trying to hide his tail.

I blurted, the lie tasting foreign on my tongue. The man’s eyes narrowed, his gaze cutting through me like a blade. Slowly, he closed the book in his hands and set it down on the table beside him. Rising from his seat, he walked toward me, each step deliberate and heavy with purpose. “Is he really your boyfriend,” he asked, his voice low and dangerous, “or are you just saying that to get what you want?” My throat felt dry, but I nodded quickly. “Yes,” I said, forcing the word out with conviction I didn’t feel. “He is my boyfriend.”

Chloe looked at me. "Megan. He is not interested. He will never be interested. He loves her. That is not going to change." "I was not trying to change anything." "Then what were you trying to do." I did not have an answer. --- I drove home. The streets were empty. The lights were green. My phone buzzed. My boyfriend. The law student. "How was dinner." "Weird." "Weird how." "The boyfriend is intense." "Intense how." "I do not know. Just intense."