Booktok Boyfriend Challenge Novels & Stories

Was that a joke? Before I could snap at him to pull away, his tongue brushed against my skin— tasting me, teasing me, making my pulse race. The feel of his teeth sending shivers down my spine. A small inaudible noise slipped from my lips, my head tilting back. Jesus Christ, help me! My boyfriend was literally right behind this phone screen wondering why his girlfriend wasn't answering him. " Zee, are you there? Can you hear me?" Came Chris's voice through the haze, but my mind couldn't register anything else.

“Not so bad. We will do that in front of him tomorrow during the trust walk, and he’ll be climbing the walls.” I stood up abruptly, needing distance. “Fine. We try it. But if this blows up in our faces, I’m blaming you and your stupid Cheshire smile.” He leaned back, looking far too pleased. “Fair enough, *darling*.” **** The next morning, the house was buzzing with the first big group challenge: the Blindfolded Trust Walk. Couples had to guide each other through an obstacle course while blindfolded, answering intimate questions along the way. Cameras everywhere. Killian and Serena were already positioned across the room, her hand resting casually on his arm.

Defeated, enervated, and hopeless, I sat with Timothy on a bench away from the main rides. “I am sorry it didn’t work out,” began Timothy. “Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care about you anymore. It’s better to move on.” “What! Why would you say that?” I overreacted. It was stupid to assume that the stranger next to me would know everything. “He is still very much in love with me. It’s a game we’re playing.” “A game for what?” “Well. It’s complicated.” I crossed my legs and locked my joined hands on my knee. “My friend thinks that my boyfriend, Desmond, is the jealous type. Amid our date, he discovered it and proposed a fun challenge to see who was the jealous one among us.”

On Valentine's Day, I told my boyfriend, Cyrus Medford, that I wanted to break up with him because he's often not at home. He even told me that he was a monster in a survival game and needed to return to the game occasionally just to punish the players. What a joke! As if anyone would believe such far-fetched lies! Let's not talk about the fact that survival games didn't exist in this world. There was absolutely no way monsters would develop an eight-pack, nor would they demand hugs and kisses from me every day and torment me in bed all the time.

For the first time, I spoke gently, like a girl in love, and he responded in a tender tone I had never known from him before. If that was really nothing, then who had I been to him? My wrist ached where he held it so tightly, and suddenly I felt like crying. He claimed to be my boyfriend, and I allowed him to toy with me while keeping my feelings secret. When he said he wasn't, I had to pull back, behave as I should, and even help him with someone else's romance. Our relationship had always been dictated by him. I took a deep breath and lifted my chin, fighting back tears, and forced the lightest, most casual tone I could muster. "Jason, you're such a fool—you really got tricked. I haven't l

Now, that very coat had been torn to shreds by his own hands and thrown onto the floor. He looked at my body, bound tightly by the rough rope, and nodded with satisfaction. As if it wasn't enough, his father, Victor Chapman, pulled out a sexy leather bodycon dress from his bag. "That's not enough. She should wear this," he suggested. "Trust me. Men love a good leather dress." To my surprise, Norris readily agreed to his proposal. I gritted my teeth and endured the humiliation. They had to loosen the ropes around me if they wanted to change me into that dress. I thought that would be a good, if not the best, time to escape.

For seven years, I thought Declan was just an ordinary Beta. That was until I secretly traveled a thousand miles to his pack, wanting to surprise him. Only to find other werewolves calling him Alpha. And more importantly, he already had a Luna. The wolves around me started whispering. “Is that the Alpha’s secret lover?” “The nerve of her, showing up here… so shameless.” I wanted to argue, to tell them they had it all wrong. I was his real girlfriend. His Fated Mate.

“And who would that boyfriend be, sweetheart?” Scowling, I slap his hand away and straighten my stance. “Who are you?” Instead of being insulted by my defensive tone, the man chuckles. “I’m the man who will cut your fragile little throat if you don’t answer me.” My face pales at his tone. “My boyfriend’s name is Argent, and he lives here. Can I go now?” I ask steadily. The man’s face darkens with suspicion. “Wrong answer, little girl.”

Tyson shook his head,"I won't leave you not until I see who you are with now, if there's no one then it only means you still love me". Sophia felt like slapping him hard across the face, how was she going to get out of this now? The worst part was she didn't even have a boyfriend, she barely just came out of a toxic relationship so entering another relationship wasn't in her agenda, she wanted to be extremely careful in picking her next partner. But if she doesn't have a boyfriend to show today, Tyson will never let her go, she knows he wouldn't, so she planned her next steps carefully. She raised her chin high and said with confidence,"And who told you I don't have a boyfriend?" She heard f

Kyle POV “Oh?” he said, amused. “Didn’t realize I asked you.” I smiled. “He’s my boyfriend,” I said flatly. The guy laughed like it was funny. “Relax, man. I was just talking.” “Then talk with your eyes somewhere else,” I replied. Champ touched my knee under the table like he wa shoving me a warning. “It’s fine,” he said softly to me. Then to the guy, “I am taken.” The guy raised his hands mockingly. “Alright, alright. No harm done.”