Boyfriend Material Novels & Stories

“What does my boyfriend want to do tonight?” The word still sounded strange on her lips. Boyfriend. Mate made sense in the ancient, primal way our connection demanded. Partner carried the weight of equality and shared rule. But boyfriend? It sounded almost absurdly youthful, like something teenagers called each other while making questionable decisions under moonlight. Yet somehow, Katherine made it sound important. Sacred, even. A private declaration that belonged only to us. “I don’t know,” I answered honestly. Her eyes widened dramatically, as if I had suggested something truly outrageous. “You don’t know?”

"Have you seen a worker who gave away more than eight million dollars?" "Please give me a dozen boyfriends like him." At the same time, "Tail's Boyfriend" commented affectionately: "Tail, would you like to be my girlfriend?"

, She said momentarily distracted by the beeping on her mobile. “Mhmm”, I said by the way of reply. Sharon was my other best friend. She did journalism with John. Sharon had the report writing course with us. I don’t really want to know any detailed description of her relationship, I have always felt that its obnoxious and wrong to hear about someone’s relationship especially when the subject matter was not present at that moment. I was engrossed in a particular chapter in the novel, when there was a sudden hush in the usually raucous class. I looked up to see everyone frozen midway, I followed their gaze to the door to withhold the most handsome boy I have ever seen. He was tall, slender,

"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.

Second, the bastard thug had just called himself my boyfriend and they must have found me disgusting for dating a thug. “Jordan…” Damien made to move closer to me but I backed away. The donut box dropping from my hand. “I said ‘act like my boyfriend’ for just five minutes, not ‘act like my fucking husband’ for the rest of your life!” I half-yelled, my fingers curled into a tight fist as I glared hard at Damien. Damien blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of my expression into his damn memory, as if he hadn’t expected me to get mad at him for beating a defenseless man to a musk.

Why is this head is so slow. "Yep, and yeah he is my boy friend." "Can you describe him?" She said, smiling at me from ear-to-ear. "He is kind."I answered. "Kind only? How about his looks." "Umm, he's handsome but childish. He loves popsicles and love to annoy me but he is kind. He is cute and he is robinhood." "Robinhood?" She asked. I chuckled, "Yeah, because he always appear in front of me with a hood."

What? " Boyfriend? Really? Something so cliché. " I say laughing. " In fact,is very cliche. " Sorry.But if he is not a boyfriend, what is he to you? I look at Lucifer, who looks back at me and we look at Richard. " He is ours. " We replied in unison. " Just because there's no name on our relationship doesn't change the fact that it's ours. We are everything he wants, if he wants a boyfriend we will be, if he wants a mate we will be his. If he wants us to be his husbands, we will be. We don't need a name for this. " We continued saying in unison.

My steps quickened as I tried my best to reach my office before breaking down. I paused when I found the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped in. He was seated in my chair, a smile plastered across his face. His short, curly hair fell onto his forehead, giving him a slightly boyish charm. He was dressed in a pristine white shirt tucked into black slacks. “I thought I’d take you home,” he said. Despite the turmoil inside me, I felt my lips curve upwards. Nathiel Brooks. My first boyfriend. My first love. My first kiss.

"I am assuming pretty well, since she just allowed me to come right in as soon as she saw me." "It went amazing," I said, and he started to put me down. "No problems there!" "Then what are we waiting for?" His smile grew bigger. "Will you be my boyfriend?" I blurted out. "We are mates," he explained. "That is much stronger than boyfriend and girlfriend, or even husband and wife." "I just…" I looked down at my feet. "I just want you to be mine, and only mine." Nikko paused for a moment and then grabbed my chin and tipped it to look at him.

"My boyfriend is a man of high confidence. He even always looks in front of the mirror and says he is the most handsome man in the whole world even though there is an iler on her face! he even confidently helped bring two baskets full of groceries to a grandmother he met on the street while crossing even though he, hisself even found it very hard to lift the basket. So who are you?" I covered my face with the palm of my hand. Feeling a little embarrassed by her words. "Ish who are you?" she said tearfully. I stood up and posed like a transformed power ranger, "I AM! I'M YOUR VERY HANDSOME BOYFRIEND! Marvelous!" , I pronounced it confidently and ended by curling my hair back. And stare to the