Bai Lu Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Thank God he was still there. "Is the offer still standing," I asked, breathing helplessly. "Of course Beauty, it's very much standing," he said smirking. "Hmm hi beauty, I am Liam Yoon, your new boyfriend, nice to meet you," He said, stretching his hands forward for a handshake. "Liam!" I heard Lewis's voice get closer. "I am Kim Lalisa, nice to meet you too," I quickly said and received the handshake. "Liam? Wait what the f*** is going on here?" Lewis asked, irritated.

That was the first full sentence I ever said in minutes. Cole gave a slothful nod. "Sooooo....." He rotated his head to the back and saw Kieran strolling towards us. "Who's that guy?" I lifted my eyelashes to take in Kieran's appearance as he took slow strides to meet me here. One way I could win Cole was to let him know that I have moved on and gotten into another relationship. I rolled my eyes to Cole and simpered "He's my boyfriend" He creased his brows "What?"

"You sure are popular with the ladies." Shaun didn't hold back his sweet talk. "Out of all the oceans, I only choose one drop of water—and that's you." "Smooth talker," Halsey muttered. On the phone, her classmate noticed something was off. "Is someone there with you? Who are you with right now?" "I'm with my boyfriend," Halsey said quickly. "You have a boyfriend?" The girl sounded shocked. "Yep. I do." "What's he like?" Halsey glanced at Shaun. He raised a brow, waiting to see how she'd describe him.

My fingers clenched into fists and I turned to him, my voice in a whisper, “Do you?” “That should be Layla, I suppose,” he said casually. Of course, it was. “My brother's girlfriend.” The room tilted, and I blinked fast. “Where is the restroom? I…I don't feel good.” Marcus' gaze instantly softened, his hands coming to rest at the small of my back. “Are you okay? Babe, what's wrong this time?” “I'm fine, I promise. I just need to get to the restroom real quick.” I had just taken a step away when a soft voice called my name.

“I admit I was wrong for not confirming everything before going over. I gave you false hope. Just tell me what I can do to make it up to you. As long as it’s within my means, I’ll do it.” Elliot paused before his voice turned even more earnest. “But let’s forget about the Dent family for now, alright?” He had literally and metaphorically lowered himself during this conversation. The love in his eyes was clear. I could tell he was terrified that I was mad and that I would leave him. However, the price for his love was the truth of my birth. As I raised my chin and met his gaze, I suddenly felt like laughing. “I don’t want anything.” I calmly retracted my hands, which made his eyes go dull for

And I don’t think he wants me to be his daughter either. Forcing myself to stay calm, I plastered a neutral expression on my face and replied, “Let’s see, Mom. I’m a bit tired. I need to rest.” I stepped ahead, eager to leave her presence, but something made me pause. I turned back to her, chewing the inside of my cheek. “Um… where’s your boyfriend?” I asked, my tone casual but the question sharp. Mom answered me while taking another bite, “His best friend came after so long to meet him. I think he’ll be late.”

His voice dripped with disdain as he revealed, “Before you let your imagination run wild, this is Ashley. My girlfriend.” The revelation struck Chloe with the force of a blow. She stared at him, the weight of his admission knocking the air from her lungs. Girlfriend? Her thoughts raced, struggling to come to terms with it. The world around her felt like it was spinning, everything she had understood every moment with him now tainted by betrayal.

Soren said smoothly, “I care for Raisel.” His words sounded so real, so natural. His fingers laced with mine, and for a moment, I almost believed them. “I can see that,” Beau Dalton’s voice was cold, his sharp gaze assessing me. His silver hair and slight wrinkles didn’t diminish his handsomeness. I could see where Soren got his looks. “I’m Beau Dalton,” he said, his British accent crisp. “A pleasure to meet you.” “Raisel Miller,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. He took my hand, pressing a kiss to it, his eyes boring into me. I glanced at Soren, who gave me a look that said, Stay calm.

he exclaimed, turning to the girl, grinning wildly. She cupped her cheeks and smiled. “You’re even rich. Jordan, that lucky bastard!” “Right. I’m the lucky one to have him as my boyfriend,” I grinned shortly, heading to a table with a good view of Jordan. “Is he even real?” I heard them whisper as I walked away. The faint voice of the girl said, “Tell me about it. He’s hot, rich, and super into Jordan.” I chuckled, not believing I was doing this. Just what the fuck was wrong with me? I’d probably need to call someone to run tests later.

"Elara, I closed a big deal tonight. Bought some prime steak. Come home early, I'll cook for you. Love you." Seeing that glaring "Love you," my stomach turned. I leaned over a trash can and dry heaved. What an actor. One second he's mourning his "disabled" first love, the next he's playing the devoted fiancé. In the past, I would have replied with joy. Now, my fingers shook as I typed a numb reply: "Busy at the gallery. Be back later." When I got back to our old apartment building in Brooklyn, the black Bentley was already parked on the corner.