Boyfriend Mom Novels & Stories

My mom said excitedly. Just as I was about to respond, the doorbell went off. “That must be him, I'll be right back.” I waited for her to answer the door. A moment later, my mom returned, and I came in contact with a face I didn't expect to see anytime soon. "Maya," my mom said, smiling brightly. "This is Daniel, my boyfriend."

"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 wonder what they are talking about. "Honey, this nice boy right here says he's your boyfriend. You didn't tell me you have a boyfriend. I mean, you barely make friends." Mom tells me, and I sigh in relief. Whew. I really thought she found out about the wallet. Just then, it hit me. What?! Boyfriend?!

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.

Mom sighed saying while my dad was looking behind me "But I really thought he was boyfriend. I was really excited to know him." It just angered me more "Mom just stop it right there as I said before He's my friend that's it he's not my boyfriend and never will be." "Wow.... What a way to greet me! You wounded my heart, little one. If I'm not your boyfriend then who's? "

My mom suddenly asks. "True what?" "You have a boyfriend? How come I didn't know? Am I the only one who didn't know that my daughter finally got a new boyfriend?" She said with full of drama. "Mom, chill, if I do, you will be the first person I tell. For now, I'm not having one yet." I reply and she nods her head and continues to eat. *****

The comment stings a little, but she says it with a smile so I don't take it personally. We catch up on everything - her art projects, my classes, mutual friends from middle school who went in completely different directions. She tells me about coming out as queer, and I tell her about joining the hockey team. "How's your mom?" she asks between bites of her burger. "She's good. Really happy, actually." "And what about Roy? That asshole still causing trouble?" My stomach tightens at his name. "Roy?" "Yeah, your mom's boyfriend back then. The guy who used to show up drunk to your place."

"Mom! I love you! Yes, my boyfriend is Jace's cousin. He would surely know something about his cousin's wife. I'll ask him." Mom's face lit up. "The bitch thinks she can play smart!? She hasn't seen anything yet. Ask your boyfriend about her, and if he refuses to help, then I would be at work." When I heard mom say that, I knew it wouldn't mean something nice. She had that look on her face, I knew that look. Mom could surely go extra miles for a little case. "And what kind of work would you be at, mom?" "It's as simple as this," she was saying, "We would just kidnap her and torture her till she gives us what we want?"

"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."

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.