Books For Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I lift a brow "Do my homework then." "Noah." I sigh I open my locker and lots of pieces of paper and feathers fall out. "Ohhh." I hear some guys shout and Giggles from a few girls. Feathers stick in my hair and Noah helps me brush them off. I take a piece and read "Boyfriend snatcher." "Slimey snake!" "Liar and a whore all in one." "What the.." I look at the papers with shock Noah reads one I grab all the papers fisting them

I'm presuming this is the asshole boyfriend! I'm desperate to get rid of the smirk on the attractive boy's face. He has the audacity to touch what is mine. Because of the change in my manner, I can see Kyle on full alert as well. He knows I'm going to unleash my wrath on this jerk any minute now. "Elliot, this is Matt, my boyfriend. Matt, this is Elliot, my dearest best friend, who I'm telling you about." And fuck if I don't see red right now. I'm the best friend. The fucking best friend only, while the asshole is the boyfriend. I so badly want to kill the person who invented the word best friend! When can I ever get out of this best friend zone?

Wanting to provide her with comfort,wanting to know her. "Its stupid",she said in a small voice and might I say she had the most pleasant sounding voice I have ever heard. "It isn't stupid if you are this hurt",I sat down on the floor besides her, leaning my back against the wall. "My boyfriend cheated..",she heaved and two tears rolled down her cheeks again. She sniffled and continued,"he cheated on me with my bestfriend". "The fuck!That is unbelievable!He is a jerk,not worth your tears",I said, oddly angry at her boyfriend.I would have punched the bastard if he was anywhere close to me.

He mumbled, and I tightened the kiss, my hand sliding down to his pants. "I'll ride you. Baby, I'm wet for you, you can't possibly leave your girlfriend hanging in the air," I said, about to slide my hand inside his pants when he stopped me. "I'll make it up to you," He stated, and broke the kiss, leaving the restroom. My body stood in rejection. Fuck, I need him, I need a dick. How could I have a boyfriend who only foreplay and kisses his girlfriend but avoids banging her? I'm beautiful; I don't have a flat ass and boobs, so what else does he want. I locked the toilet door and rested on the walk as I moved my hand to my thigh; I shifted my panties and played with the surface of my pussy.

I wish I had a boyfriend. I snapped my book shut and rested my chin on my palm, elbow propped on the desk. A dreamy sigh slipped from my lips as my thoughts drifted, for the hundredth time, to the kind of love I wanted for myself. Again. He had to be like one of my book boyfriends. Tall, handsome, and funny, with just a touch of shyness that made him even more charming. The kind of guy who laughed at my silly jokes and told me I was beautiful, even when I wasn’t trying to be. He would treat me like I mattered. Love me. Only me. And never leave.

My pussy fully exposed to him. Only Liam is not my boyfriend. Actually I'm worse that girl. I'm the side piece that sneaks around in the night with her best friend's cousin's boyfriend. He licked my clit until it was so swollen I felt it throb in my chest. He fingered me slowly making me cum over and over. With every orgasm I could feel my body release so much tension I collapsed and fell asleep when he finally let me breathe. I closed my eyes and sleep hit me like a derailed train.

Her posture was calm, too calm, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Hearing the creak of the door, Mom looked up from the book. “Isabella!” I leaned against the door-frame, crossing my arms. “What are you doing?” She raised her brows briefly before returning her gaze to the book. “Just spending my time,” she replied, her tone indifferent. A deep sigh escaped my lips. “Your boyfriend hasn’t returned. Can’t you see?” I asked, my words laced with an edge I couldn’t hide. Still looking at the book, she answered after a moment of silence. “Yes… I see.”

Without saying anything, he created a time bomb inside my chest. However, without waiting for an answer, I started to break free from his grip "I want you to let go of me now. I don't want my boyfriend to see us like this and think something is going on. He hates you, and so do I" I said gritting my teeth. Bennett growled and tightened his grip even more "You? Hate me? You'll never manage to do such a thing" His words sounded full of glee, as if he knew what was in my heart. However, I shook my head.

He chuckled. "I don't know. You are quite fun to be with." I admitted. "And honestly, I can see that you are sad so I want to cheer you up." "Yeah, so going back to my original question, what do you find attractive in a guy?" "I already told you." I replied laughing. "I like men that are good looking but it doesn't mean that is the only thing I am attracted to when it comes to a guy." "So what is your boyfriend like?" "He was a DJ. He is very caring and loving. He helped me study. He paid for everything I needed when we were together. He is sweet and romantic. He always finds a way to surprise me." I replied dreamingly.

"So, no one should know about this, not your boyfriend—" "I don't have a boyfriend." Seriously? He really thinks if I had a boyfriend I would be sitting here listening to all this shit?! He's crazy! "Great. You should read this." He sets down a folder on the desk pushing it over to me. "If you want, we can go through it together, but I strongly recommend reading it on your own first. If you have suggestions you can jot it down and—" "I do. Well, more like a request." "Well, go ahead."