Boyfriend Imagines Novels & Stories

"You were groping Raphael's—what was it again? Yeah, real virtuous." She choked, speechless. I turned to fix Raphael's wrinkled tie with a gentle smile. "Thanks, honey, for introducing me to my boyfriend. I like him a lot. His kisses are real sweet. But yours? Not even a dog would want them." Raphael was furious, practically shaking. But he'd brought shame to both families. And now, the Lindt family owed me—big time.

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?

Her nose implant was knocked clean off. "You bitch! How dare you cheat on me? You're that desperate for action, huh? You even got me infected with syphilis! I'm going to fucking kill you, you bitch!" Joseph lost it, too. He started kicking Mabel's stomach over and over. "Bitch! If it weren't for you, Stephanie would never have broken up with me! If it weren't for you, I'd already be the chairman of Empire Group! "Go to hell, you fucking slut!"

At first, it was only meant as a small prank. I had tilted my head and asked who he was in the most foolish tone imaginable. I never expected him to say he was my boyfriend. The moment those words left his mouth, my heart began to race, followed by an overwhelming rush of joy. I immediately abandoned the idea of pranking him. Instead, I pretended to believe him and obediently went home with him. I didn't know why Jason had claimed to be my boyfriend that day, nor why he spent that summer acting like the perfect partner, staying by my side through everything I loved.

As he heads towards the washroom, the phone rings again, this time he is red with anger, " I told you I don't know -!" " Mr. I don't know what's your problem with your girlfriend! But you should be responsible enough to make sure she is protected. Her all friends have left her all alone. The only person who is receiving the call is you -!" " Listen!" He cuts off, " I don't know her. I don't -!" " Miss. Who is this man? He doesn't recognise you!" The bartender asks, making Danny furious. " My boyfriend!" Tiara giggles... " My Imaginary boyfriend!"

I replied, rolling my eyes. "Oh yeah right," He agreed with a frown. "But I do have an imaginary boyfriend," I added, trying hard to make out what I was saying. Words were just flowing out of my mouth without even asking for my permission. "Who's that?" He asked, looking amused. "Ian Somerhalder," I giggled. "I love him!" "Vampire, huh. Tough competition," He laughed and it was a very refreshing sound. "Now let's dance!" -----------------------------------------------------------------

I've got a boyfriend—his brother—and I'm gonna shove this relationship right in his face. And bonus: I don't have to masturbate anymore, nor close my eyes every night wishing he would lie beside me, wishing he was so close that it made me squirm, needy. I won't live in my imagination anymore. This is a bad idea. An outrageous one. But it's nothing compared to the idea of an open marriage after he's taken my fucking virginity. Without a word, Axel hops on the couch and lies flat on his back, his arms laced on his forehead. His foot taps at the head of the couch, waiting. Maybe a little too excited.

Frederick reincorporated immediately and lunged over him again, taking him by the lapels of his shirt, and screamed at him with an animal potency that silenced the engines of the plane completely: "HE IS NOT MY GODDAMN STEPBROTHER, YOU GODDAMN PIECE-OF-SHIT MORON!! HE IS MY GODDAMN BOYFRIEND! HE BELONGS TO ME AND ONLY TO ME...!!". Before that atrocious shout, I was left completely stunned in the middle of the aisle, with my hands frozen in the air and my breathing stopping completely in my chest. Boyfriend? Since when the fuck were we boyfriends?!

He said, "Gentlemen, please let Mr. Kensington know that we really couldn't come up with the money, so we found a new way to settle the debt. We've brought him a Christmas gift. He'll definitely like it." One of the men shone a flashlight on my face, making me squint. His voice was flat. "You mean this woman?" Zoe quickly chimed in, grabbing my chin and forcing my face up. "Yes. She's my son's girlfriend. Look at her—doesn't she resemble the woman Mr. Kensington visits at the cemetery every year? We asked around and found that out. "Plus, she studied dance, so she's very flexible. She'll definitely know how to please a man in bed."

I whispered, stumbling a step back. This was Sebastian, my boyfriend. The man in the wheelchair across the room, with his leg strapped in a cast. Just two weeks ago, in some twisted effort to impress his visiting twin brother, he’d pushed himself too hard at the gym and ended up breaking his leg. “You’re always waiting for the right moment to reveal who you really are,” he added sharply, each word a blade.