Boyfriend Romance Novels & Stories

I said as soon as I got near them, I leaned over to kiss Naomi's cheek and glance at the guy, who was visibly surprised that I kissed my girlfriend. "You don't." Naomi said and she tapped the empty chair next to her. "Dan, this is Lucas, my boyfriend." "Nice to meet—." "You have a boyfriend?" The guy ignored me and he turned his big eyes to Naomi and because he's still in shock, his eyes became bigger and almost as big as the owl's eyes. "Uh yeah, here he is." Naomi chuckled, pointing at me. "I thought you're still single, you told me before that you are more of a career person."

“Why aren’t you saying anything? You said we can’t do this since we’re just friends, do you wanna be my boyfriend then- “I’ll be your boyfriend” Andrea’s eyes went round like saucers at his sudden declaration. Boyfriend? What…she was just joking…wait…did she just play right into his hands? “Rio wait…” But Rio didn’t let her think as he started kissing her again. Andrea let out a loud gasp as his fingers intruded her centre that’s been aching with need. “You’re damn wet” He whispered in her ears and her body trembles to the hot air that tickled her skin and sent shivers down her spine.

I think Bram knows I might need just one more kiss, because he stands up as I stand there, not moving at all. "I'll see you tomorrow, then," he murmurs in a very tiny voice, then he reaches for me again. He holds my face very gently and leans down enough to kiss me, softer this time, slower. I kiss him back the same way. This fuck-buddies thing is really nice, I don't know why are people always complaining. It's basically the same as having a boyfriend, only without the title and the rules and the fighting and the yelling and the abusing... "Text me when you get home," Bram murmurs against my lips. "I will." I force myself to pull away before I get sucked into the moment again.

Is he my boyfriend? We’ve only known each other a few weeks. A couple of dates, a handful of unexpected office drop-ins—boy, he really does love a good pop-in—and one night of absolutely mind-blowing sex, after which he ghosted out before sunrise and sent brunch like a concierge. So yeah. Boyfriend? Questionable. Brunch sender? Confirmed. I cross the room and plop down at my desk, then reach for my phone. There’s only one person who needs to hear about this, stat.

We got to a spot with large bamboo trees, and Todd pushed behind a falling branch, revealing a picnic box right there in the center. I stopped, my heart still racing as I focused my attention on the basket. “Is that a picnic basket?” I asked. Todd looked down at me with a big beam on his face as he pulled me closer to him, his arms now wrapped around me. “Yes, it is. I woke up this morning and the first thing that came to my mind was that I am Rory’s boyfriend.” His hand brushed my cheek gently and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “To realize that you have feelings for me… it’s all like a dream, and I will treat it like one. You are my dream girl, Rory, and I want to treat you that way every c

“To make things even, I don’t think I like your boyfriend either. No offence.” She giggled, earning a raised brow from me. “I don’t expect you to at this stage. I didn’t really like him when I first met him, so I kind of understand. I hope things get better though, and you see him in a different light.” I nodded again, even though I wasn’t looking forward to making friends with my enemy’s best friend. “And that’s all your boyfriend told you?” “Basically. It came up in random conversation, and all he said was, ‘it’s a contract marriage. They don’t even like each other’.”

Hazel said, her voice full of encouragement. “Men never care if you love them truly and stay loyal,” I muttered, still bitter. “Exactly,” Hazel agreed. “Maybe if the perfect romantic heroes from books were real, I’d consider dating again.” I chuckled. “Right? I’m reading a romance novel right now where the male lead is ridiculously hot.” “Ugh, don’t tempt me! I’ve added a few more book boyfriends to my list,” she said dreamily. “I miss our coffee and book talks, girl,” I sighed.

“You think you can just say divorce and that’s it? You’ve been married into our family for a year. You ate our food. You lived under our roof, and now you’re asking for a divorce?” “You’ve been married for a whole year and haven’t even had a single kid. Now you want a divorce. Are you trying to scam us out of the cash gift?” Tracy pointed and yelled at me, “One year of marriage with no baby. Now a divorce. Are you giving back the cash gift or not? Your family sure knows how to nickel and dime people.” Deborah rushed to the edge of the living room and ripped down the family portrait I had hung on the wall.

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.

I said. "Anything." "What are we?" Cole turned to look at me. "What do you mean?" "I mean... are we boyfriends? Are we just... seeing each other? What are we?" Cole thought about it for a long time. "I don't know," he said. "But I know I love you. And I know I'm not going anywhere." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I have." I looked at him. His gray eyes. His tired face. His messy hair.