Boyfriend Romance Novels & Stories

"What?" "What was what you didn't understand?" "You... He... You two-," Julian can barely articulate his own sentence. "We're boyfriend and girlfriend. He asked me yesterday, and I accepted." The demon's citrine-colored eyes are glassy: "Please tell me this is a joke." "I am terribly serious. And by the way, why all the shock? You know that you and I are becoming romantically involved." "Yes, but... But not like this." "In what way, then?"

" I will pluck out of those teeth!" " Hehe! Sis! I will marry my boyfriend tomorrow!" She grins. " Do you ever know what a boyfriend is?" " Yes." " Tell me the definition of boyfriend!" I scoff. " The boy who gives you candy. He gave me a chocolate." " No. They are friends." " No! Boyfriend!" she insists. This girl is getting spoilt. " I am older than you. So I know!" I smirk. " Then why don't you have a boyfriend? You suck!" She rolls her eyes. How dare she!!!

Cassie smiles a Cheshire Cat grin, “This one is not about a girl that finds my boyfriend attractive, but a girl that finds your boyfriend attractive” My boyfriend? As in Roman? I don’t correct her that Roman and I have broken up so technically he isn’t my boyfriend anymore. Instead I reply smartly, “I already know about 99 percent of the female population finds Roman attractive, there is nothing new there” I shrug nonchalantly. Cassie laughs at me again, I’m getting irritated with it but I ignore.

“What are we really? We’ve confessed our feelings, even kissed, but I don’t know what we are, are we friends? Buddies? Just friends with benefits?” “What the fuck? Friends with benefits? Love, don’t go there, please, we’ve only kissed, we haven’t even gone to the next level yet-” He covered my mouth, only lewd thoughts coming out of this guy’s mouth, he quickly removed his hand, and I pulled him closer, our bodies touching. “I’m your boyfriend from now on, but if that’s too cheesy, let’s just get married.” he said with a wink, so I punched him, he’s crazy. “Ouch, love! Love hurts, huh?!”

A friend of mine sent me an Instagram video. I clicked on it and watched as a couple playfully doted on each other. The guy fed the girl a strawberry with his mouth, then embraced her lovingly. I was about to exit the video out of boredom when the guy turned his head, and I froze. He looked just like my boyfriend, Julian Lawrence. Julian had been dabbling in social media ever since he graduated, though he was far from famous. His content mostly consisted of selfies, and I'd never seen him post any videos.

Though he lowered his voice, the syrupy endearments to another woman rang loud and clear in the hospital room. My boyfriend was calling someone else "baby". He was whispering promises to another woman right in front of me. Tears blurred my vision, spilling over before I could stop them. When he hung up, he immediately reached to wipe them away. "Get out! You disgust me!" I slapped his hand aside with all the strength I had. For a few seconds, he just stared, frowning, as though unable to comprehend my fury. "Have you really only ever loved one person in your whole life? Feelings change. Why can't you put yourself in my shoes? I promise you, once she's better, I'll marry you. It's just a year

Instead, she practically screamed in my ear. “Alex talked to you? Alex Alex? The one you’ve been obsessed with since ninth grade?!” “Yes, but—” “No buts. This is perfect! He’s obviously jealous. The fake boyfriend plan is working!” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “There is no plan. This is all a nightmare.” “Nightmare? Girl, this is a rom-com. You’re living the plot!” I groaned. “Rom-coms don’t have me wanting to throw my phone at Jason’s face every five minutes.”

His thumbs trace circles on her hips while watching her expression intently. “Would you like a sticker? One that says best boyfriend ever?” Anna suggested playfully. Zack’s green eyes widened at Anna’s suggestion, a genuinely surprised laugh escaping him. The idea of being called her ‘boyfriend’– especially with such a cheesy title– catches him completely off guard. “Best boyfriend ever?” he repeats with a disbelieving grin. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I am the guy who stole our favorite crayon in kindergarten and probably scared half the girls in our grade away with my attitude problems.” Despite his protests, his arms tighten around her possessively, pulling her closer against h

About the post he made yesterday, I have a few things to say. Then I told the whole story from the start. On a long weekend trip, I got in the car and found a girl from our old college sitting in the back seat. My boyfriend said she just needed a ride. When we got to the hotel, I found out the three of us were supposed to share one room, with her sleeping on the couch. I refused and got my own room. That night, I saw them laughing over dinner at a seafood place I'd wanted to try for three months. I'd asked Henry to take me there at least five times. He never did.