Bl Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Though he lowered his voice, the syrupy endearments to another woman rang loud and clear in the hospital room. My boyfriend was calling someone else "baby". He was whispering promises to another woman right in front of me. Tears blurred my vision, spilling over before I could stop them. When he hung up, he immediately reached to wipe them away. "Get out! You disgust me!" I slapped his hand aside with all the strength I had. For a few seconds, he just stared, frowning, as though unable to comprehend my fury. "Have you really only ever loved one person in your whole life? Feelings change. Why can't you put yourself in my shoes? I promise you, once she's better, I'll marry you. It's just a year

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.

A friend of mine sent me an Instagram video. I clicked on it and watched as a couple playfully doted on each other. The guy fed the girl a strawberry with his mouth, then embraced her lovingly. I was about to exit the video out of boredom when the guy turned his head, and I froze. He looked just like my boyfriend, Julian Lawrence. Julian had been dabbling in social media ever since he graduated, though he was far from famous. His content mostly consisted of selfies, and I'd never seen him post any videos.

, She said momentarily distracted by the beeping on her mobile. “Mhmm”, I said by the way of reply. Sharon was my other best friend. She did journalism with John. Sharon had the report writing course with us. I don’t really want to know any detailed description of her relationship, I have always felt that its obnoxious and wrong to hear about someone’s relationship especially when the subject matter was not present at that moment. I was engrossed in a particular chapter in the novel, when there was a sudden hush in the usually raucous class. I looked up to see everyone frozen midway, I followed their gaze to the door to withhold the most handsome boy I have ever seen. He was tall, slender,

I opened my eyes, my gaze meeting his in that quiet embrace. His eyes flashed with worry, his hold firm, as though I'd disappear if he let go. Sparks bloomed where our fingers touched, racing down my spine and settling deep in my stomach, transforming into something I could only describe as butterflies. "Careful," he murmured, his voice rough, laced with concern that looked too genuine to be fake. Grayson was this cold, rude, brooding guy who happened to be my boyfriend's brother. Always had been. Always would be.

, She asked. "Not again.", I said in an annoying tone. "I don't want to see any boy. My family is extremely strict toward these things.". Well, Blake is the brother of Rose who is interested in me. No doubt, he is an amazing boy and a brilliant student and cute as well. But I don't know why I felt nothing toward him., and about my family, that was a matter of fact. I don't think they will like it if they find out that their innocent daughter is having a boyfriend at 13. #TBC

My heart raced me to ask, "So Alex, what were you two talking about?" "Talk? Oh, you mean the conversation wuth that rascal earlier?" Yes, with him. "His name Adrian Bened, he's my boyfriend." Alex chuckled, looking at me for a moment. "Seriously he's your boyfriend?" "Yes, he is strong, kind, gentle." "Fan, I'm impressed. You idolize your boyfriend so much." I looked at him strangely. Why talk like that, like it supranatural or sumething. "Haven't you ever been in a relationship? Oh wait, for yiu women are just dolls you can flirt with."

I blinked, stunned. “That’s what everyone’s saying. That you’re his... food. And his pleasure,” she said bluntly, watching me for a reaction. I laughed, mostly out of disbelief. “He doesn’t drink blood.” That was the only answer I could manage. It felt both ridiculous and not enough. Her shoulders eased, just a little. “So it’s not true.” “No. Adrian doesn’t keep thralls,” I said, then added, “He’s my boyfriend.” She raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “Boyfriend? Isn’t he a little... old for that?”

Is he my boyfriend? We’ve only known each other a few weeks. A couple of dates, a handful of unexpected office drop-ins—boy, he really does love a good pop-in—and one night of absolutely mind-blowing sex, after which he ghosted out before sunrise and sent brunch like a concierge. So yeah. Boyfriend? Questionable. Brunch sender? Confirmed. I cross the room and plop down at my desk, then reach for my phone. There’s only one person who needs to hear about this, stat.

“It’s already been paid; your boyfriend took care of it. He said to wait for him, that you shouldn’t leave without him, that he would be back soon.” “My boyfriend said?” What madness is this? Boyfriend! Who does he think he is to take such liberties? “Yes,” she replied, looking at me strangely. “Isn’t your boyfriend the tall guy with an incredible body and those incredibly beautiful blue eyes, who is always smiling?” the other receptionist asked, leaning closer to us.“Congratulations! You have a magazine boyfriend; take care of him. He insisted a lot that you shouldn’t leave without him.”