Boyfriend Fnf Art Novels & Stories

Let me guess, My Best Friend's Boyfriend? -Diddy.

I gently wiped the tears away from his face. "I'm not scared because of you, it's all me, I promise. I still love you, Connor, I really do. I just don't love being a 'girlfriend'." Connor sighed, "Prove it, then." I questioned him, "That I don't like being a girlfriend?" Connor chuckled, shaking his head, "No, that you still love me."

I whispered and shook my head as I walked away. "You must know a lot about art, yes?" "I did study it but I have no desire of talking to you anymore." "Wait wait, I need you to tell me more about Feng Sons paintings," he said and I rolled my eyes at his ignorance. "First of all it's Feng Shen, and I don't have to tell you anything, I'm not a dabbler nor an art historian," I walked away and stood in front of another original by Feng Shen. "Oh come on, for old times sake Xania. I don't know anyone else here," he said and I rolled my eyes. "I'm really curious about Feng Shen," he said and I squinted my eyes.

"Funny though, I have a brother named Conrad." "That wouldn't be Conrad Jones, would it?" Randal interjected, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah! How did you know? " Cassie was pretty confused at this point. She felt odd walking into a room after everyone talked about her. "I think we might." Luke offered, "We have a military liaison our laboratory works with. His name is Conrad Jones. Small world, huh? "he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Luke flushed at the earlier compliment. "Also, thank you so much for your kind words, and it's nice to meet you as well, finally. Felicia is always talking about you. " looking at the girl up close, he was struck by how much she looked like their absent co-worke

It’s still to early to go to the bar anyway and this will be fun. Their following while I shop for clothes and I also ask them to take me a picture. Arthur don’t clearly know how but Nathan is surprisingly good. “Boyfriend material.” I tease him that made him shook his head while Arthur look at us seriously. He clearly doesn’t enjoy this kind of things and I certainly get him. “Do you have a girlfriend?” I ask Nathan while we’re eating snacks. “Why? You’re not interested in me, aren’t you?” He raised his brows and Arthur look at him angrily. “Chill.” He said while laughing and still waiting for my reply.

I swear they will never hear the end of it once they have a girlfriend. Again, I look up the screen and felt so proud. As expected being a BP artist and my girlfriend. From another's point of view, I may look timid and stiff from neck up while watching but if you're actually sitting near me a bit I swear, I was lowkey jamming but getting wild from the inside. I wish I can just show myself fanboying over my own girlfriend. Soon enough, she was singing some part of ONCE's Grave and Sky exclaimed in appreciation.

I cleared my throat, desperate for any sound between us. “I…I just wanted to thank you for reposting my vlogs on your social media accounts,” I said, searching for something to break the silence. Arthur swallowed and grinned. God, he managed to keep that perfect smile even while eating. “Anything for my little fan.” His hand settled next to mine, close enough to hold it but barely avoiding touching it. “Is there anything else I can do to help you?” “I can’t really think of anything.” “What about pretending to be your boyfriend?”

Just like that, Summer owed me a favor. Summer was way too quiet; she was nothing like Lulu, who was always down for fun. She also never reached out to me first, so I knew I had to come up with something. This time, it was Lulu who had the idea—create an intense or dangerous situation to trigger some emotional bonding, which she called the misattribution of arousal. So, with help from the guys, I staged a car accident. It worked like a charm. Summer said yes to being my girlfriend!

He was still the boy I grew up with, but nothing beyond that—a childhood friend and the child of my parents' friends. One day, his social media suddenly went blank, leaving only a single message. "Leave my beloved in peace and let her heart lead her to me." The post still drew a flurry of comments, though he had only hidden it. At last, he added a final line. "When Winter is ready, her heart will guide her to me." I smiled and let it pass. The usual courier was sick today, so I took it upon myself to deliver the flowers, starting with Susan at her office.

Meanwhile, inside the high walls of a dim prison cell, Katie, in her prison uniform, scribbled wildly on the walls. She was writing a name—Ashton Howard. One life was moving toward a new beginning, and another was sinking into hell. My life was just beginning.