Books For Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I said. "So today is the day where you publish your newest book and it's called The Real Deal. Can you tell us briefly what it is about?" The MC asked and I smiled nodding. "Well.. I don't want to spoil anything but it's based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ares, just to thank him for everything." I said and I turned to see Ares standing beside my dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

Noah's surprise was a luxurious apartment that he had just purchased. " You bought it?" Aiden asked, shocked. " But you said you didn't like it." " But you like it," Noah beamed. " ...And whatever you like, I like." Aiden was shocked. " Are you...crazy?" " Crazy for you." " Did your parents pay for it?" " Of course not!!" Noah was offended. " Don't underestimate your boyfriend," Rob added. " He is an author of a best-selling book that has already sold a few million copies."

look “(Sighs) Whatever… Now we are going somewhere and if anyone asks you about me just tell them I'm your girlfriend, ok?” “Understood” “Good… No long story of how you came to earth, how your father loves to change your diapers and all that stuff, ok?” “But why change your name to Girlfriend?” he got curious “Arnold no… It’s not my name… A girlfriend is a title… like a girl who has a boyfriend’ “Who is a boyfriend?” he asked “Jesus Christ… I would have to register you in a primary school where you can get basic education” she was already frustrated “A boyfriend is a man who loves a woman and would do anything to protect her at all cost, can you do that?” she said – where did she get such de

Mel asks with a playful tone. Thalia blushes, her cheeks pinking up like she’s been caught skinny-dipping. She scans the room like she’s searching for an exit sign, then drops her gaze to the floor tiles. “Eh, he’s a guy I met a while ago at a bookstore. We’ve gone on a couple of dates. Taking it slow. See where it takes us.” Bookstore. I smile and peep at Enrique, who smirks back. Inside joke. Eeehhhhh!” Mel squeals like she just scored front-row concert tickets. “You have a boyfriend!”

He knew that he wouldn't look for any girlfriend, only Chelsey would be his first and last, and he wanted him to be Chelsey's first and last boyfriend as well. He is looking forward to a great love story for the two of them. A new book about love is coming their way...

“Third Master, you are full of surprises. You should praise me. You should say, James is amazing. There are so many women willing to die for James.” “I am afraid you’re just a wealthy fool. Women want to take benefits from you as long as possible.” I spoke. He gritted his teeth and said, “Damn you!” “How do you show your love to your girlfriend before?” I was silent for a while before suddenly asking again. He chuckled. “In the end, you still need me!” “Cut the crap.” I glared at him. He raised his eyebrows and rummaged through his cabinets. After searching for a long time, he finally took out a handwritten book. “Here, this is for you. This is something I have learned from my experience in

I said. "Anything." "What are we?" Cole turned to look at me. "What do you mean?" "I mean... are we boyfriends? Are we just... seeing each other? What are we?" Cole thought about it for a long time. "I don't know," he said. "But I know I love you. And I know I'm not going anywhere." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I have." I looked at him. His gray eyes. His tired face. His messy hair.

“But I want you to know how happy I am for you and how proud I am of you. I have been reading your work since the first book and I’m a fan and as a fan, I can’t wait to read your next book. As your boyfriend, I want to read it because you wrote it and I want to support you.” Her brain stuttered over his use of the word boyfriend. To have him classify himself that way was… unexpected and yet… it felt right. It was also a little weird that she hadn’t thought of him that way despite them both having declared their feelings to one another. She’d told him she loved him, but her brain hadn’t connected that with him being her boyfriend. “You’re thinking too much, poppet,” he said, his voice dark an

"What's going on?" "Liam's flying back today." "Oh. The boyfriend." "The boyfriend." "You don't sound thrilled." "I'm thrilled," I said, in a tone that convinced absolutely nobody, least of all myself. "Uh huh." She leaned in, dropping her voice slightly, though there was nobody nearby to hear us anyway. "Is this a good nervous or a bad nervous?" "I don't know. Both. Neither." "Very helpful, thank you." "I've had him for three years, Amara, I should know how I feel about him landing at an airport. I genuinely don't."

I'd just pulled away in the middle of making out with him. It wasn't that I didn't want to keep kissing him. God knew I loved kissing Nate and those soft lips of his. But right in the middle of it, strange words had suddenly appeared before my eyes, drifting through the air like comments scrolling across a screen. Every single comment said the same thing—that Nate, my boyfriend of three years and family friend of more than twenty, had never really wanted me. Soon, he'd meet the woman he was truly meant to be with and dump me without a second glance.