Novel & Cerita Boyfriend Aesthetic

Noah nods before walking away and my eyes rove over the hundreds of heads in the room, looking for a particular blond. "Looking for me?" I turn on my feet to see Asher standing before me with a smile on his face. He’s in a well-fitted Armani black suit and under his suit jacket is a white shirt with almost half of the buttons opened; so he didn’t go with either tie. On his feet is a pair of the new Gucci shoes and his long blond hair is swiped back with a strand falling over his forehead on each side. Hating him isn’t enough to make me not acknowledge how good he looks right now. It’s impossible for him not to look good—he was, after all, my boyfriend. Unfortunately, he had to pair those goo

I'm suddenly aware of how we have subconsciously moved together under the sheets, so every inch of him is pressed to me. I brush back his dark floppy bags from his face, long enough to reach the tip of his nose, and admire how beautiful this human is. Sighing at the sheer prettiness of my boyfriend and feeling like the luckiest girl alive even to get to touch him this way. I always thought Dane was hot, but somehow, falling for him this way, I seem to have become obsessed with his perfection. He’s an art form. “I love you.”

"I told you already, I-fuck me, please. That's what I want." "Why? Your boyfriend isn't doing it right?" Alicia blinked at the man and nodded because what else could she say? ‘Boyfriend? Pfft, he’s my cousin and I may like him a little bit because we sexted all summer and he bought me a sex toy and promised to call me to teach me how to use it and he cancelled on me so I’m mad at him and I wanna piss him off because I love when he gives me attention and he hasn’t been giving me enough lately so I’m trying to piss him off tonight by flirting with you so I can see another side of him.’

“Back when I gave it to you, you said it was real. Now you’re calling it fake. Who knows if your own family swapped it out? “You want a divorce? I don’t have a problem with that. But you have to return the full amount exactly as given. Twenty thousand dollars. Not one cent less.” “What you gave me was counterfeit. Eighteen thousand dollars of fake money! And you expect me to pay back twenty thousand dollars?” “That’s your problem.” He looked at me and added, “I know your dad is sick and you’re desperate for money. But so what? That’s your dad, not mine. If you want to save him, then use your money. That cash gift is my family’s money. If you don’t have the money, then your dad deserves to di

"Well what are you waiting for? Go say hi!" "Uh..." I trailed off needing a moment. None of the guys I have met before today have been anywhere close to as good looking as he was. Some weren't ugly by any means but if the side view of this guy was good enough to be a model I can't imagine seeing his full face is like. You can do this Aubrey. Its just a business transaction. You are paying him to be your fake boyfriend, that is all. Be professional and go say hi. I nodded to my inner voice, probably looking like a lunatic to anyone watching me.

"If I hadn't been a coward and backed off, you'd never have ended up with him. You'd never have spent three years getting hurt." As he spoke, his wet eyes turned to me, and his hands reached out, testing, like he wanted to pull me in. I smacked his hands away and straightened him back up. "Just talk. What happened then?" He sat back down, looking wounded, his back slumping a little, his voice smaller than before. "Noah said he didn't know how to win a girl over. He was scared he'd say the wrong thing." "So he asked me to build him a Boyfriend Assistant, something to teach him what to say and how to reply to you."

He’s purposely holding himself back for many reasons, a few of which disappear from his mind when Alex pulls him back, lips brushing over his forehead. Boyfriendbots are apparently really, really good at what they do, Shantal observes.

"I hate this bastard. Just because he is strong, thinks the entire world revolves around him!" "Oh my god, Isn't he even hotter in person?" Several girls blushed. "I wish I could exchange my boyfriend for him... Look at that gorgeous tux!" "Stop drooling, he isn't like your pathetic boyfriend! Isn't he like a celebrity?" "I wish I had those beautiful heterochromatic eyes!"

“I'm not sleeping with you. It was such a bad breakup. I'm not ready. It's just…it's not happening. Let's just hang out.” “Sure. My bad.” He stepped away from me. I didn't find that very convincing. “I know you're a very bad boy. This cute boy aesthetic you have going on won't work on me, just so you know, so don't bother trying.” He just smiled, a very beautiful but somewhat nasty, knowing smile, and that absolutely worked on me. It melted me. “Okay…so…what do you want to do? I do need company, that's for sure. I'm bored as hell.”

The classmate's words changed, "that handsome guy looks like a playboy." "Moreover, look at his face, you can tell at a glance that he is a scumbag." The classmate slurped, with a touch of admiration, "I've never seen such a standard scumbag face." Hearing this, Ashley turned to look at her, looking complicated. "What's wrong"? "That," Ashley couldn't help saying, "is my boyfriend." Silent for a few seconds, seemed to feel a little awkward, the classmate smiled awkwardly, forcibly, and bluntly explained, "I mean, he is hot."