Boyfriend Romance Novels & Stories

At his words, the Capo stiffened as the full import of what the old man was saying hit him. “What do you mean, you have not seen him since Wednesday?’ he snapped. Ria reached for his hand and stroked him gently, saying, almost apologetically., ‘ My boyfriend is a little upset, he wanted so badly, to meet Erin.’ Boyfriend? thought Philippe in astonishment and felt his manhood harden as she went on stroking his arm, gentle swirling movements, absently enough but making his blood pound and rush straight to his large, thick c*ck which strove to be erect.

"Why don't you just go to her and tell her to stop all this? Why do you try to make me feel bad about the way you two connect? Why do you think I'm going to feel bad, to start the conversation?” "I never knew if you would be affected or not so "I spoke in an innocent tone, Colton rolled his eyes. "I'm serious, Colton. As far as I knew, you were fake boyfriends. It's not my fault if they decided that from one moment to the next they would become more than friends.” "You know very well that we are just friends.” "No, Colton, I don't know. All I see is you together, as a happy couple.” "And why does it bother you?”

settles in my mind, my world flips. Boyfriend! Did he just call himself my boyfriend? “Boyfriend?” I ask, stunned. “Yeah. That's what I am to you?” He looks serious now. An unexpected chuckle tumbles from my lips. I palm my lips and wave at his face saying: “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. It just sounds funny. You, the King of all Lycans, a boyfriend. The title sounds too cheesy for a man of your caliber.” I purse my lips together, pressing down the laughter that keeps threatening to burst out down my throat.

Jean suddenly asked Fiona, "Is he really your boyfriend, Fiona?" Fiona heard Jean's words and immediately felt a bit guilty, but she managed to stay calm and responded, "Of course, how could a boyfriend be fake?" Jean narrowed her eyes slightly. The more she looked at the two of them, the less they seemed to match. So she gave a smile and said, "Since you say you're a couple, prove it to me." Fiona became increasingly nervous with the questions from Jean, and snapped, "How do you prove a boyfriend? What do you want, a blood test? Can you stop being so stupid?"

The moment we returned to Jonah's place and the door closed, he pinned me against it and kissed me deeply. I tried to push him away, but he firmly held my hands in place. It wasn't until I was almost out of breath that he finally pulled back and gently held me. "Don't push me away. I'm your boyfriend. Even if you have lost your memory for now, we'll get close again, little by little." I looked up at him, stunned. I came from a pretty average background, worlds apart from these trust fund babies. Jonah used to seem like he couldn't stand me, so I did my best to stay out of his way.

he gestured toward Lucy and Genevieve, who both smirked, "even though my brother acts all tough and heartless sometimes, he’s a good man with a kind heart." He looked at Alex meaningfully. "He didn’t marry them for romance. He married them to save them." Alex’s brows furrowed in confusion. "Lucy’s been Damien’s best friend since they were kids. But her father is a strict Muslim man who tried to marry her off to some sixty-year-old creep when she was sixteen. Damien stepped in. Married her. Saved her life. They’ve been married for years now." Alex’s gaze slid to Lucy. She gave him a wink.

Now, that very coat had been torn to shreds by his own hands and thrown onto the floor. He looked at my body, bound tightly by the rough rope, and nodded with satisfaction. As if it wasn't enough, his father, Victor Chapman, pulled out a sexy leather bodycon dress from his bag. "That's not enough. She should wear this," he suggested. "Trust me. Men love a good leather dress." To my surprise, Norris readily agreed to his proposal. I gritted my teeth and endured the humiliation. They had to loosen the ropes around me if they wanted to change me into that dress. I thought that would be a good, if not the best, time to escape.

I'd just pulled away in the middle of making out with him. It wasn't that I didn't want to keep kissing him. God knew I loved kissing Nate and those soft lips of his. But right in the middle of it, strange words had suddenly appeared before my eyes, drifting through the air like comments scrolling across a screen. Every single comment said the same thing—that Nate, my boyfriend of three years and family friend of more than twenty, had never really wanted me. Soon, he'd meet the woman he was truly meant to be with and dump me without a second glance.

Was I some sort of weird-ass challenge to him? Hell no! Blaze Hunter was the type of person who couldn’t care less about what people think, especially Noah. I should be dancing on a fucking pole knowing that I slept with such a mouthwatering specimen that’s my boyfriend. Boyfriend The word still feels so unknown and strange to me but somehow it still manages to make me smile. But the million-dollar question is, how long? How long will he be with me? How long will it last? How long until I ruin it?

" I wanna be your boyfriend for longer than you imagine, being your boyfriend for a day is just torture." " Do you mean that?" " Certainly, I'm hoping for the rest of our lives - three years for dating and then we get married and have cute little me and you's everywhere!" He said and I laughed as I pulled him for an embrace. " I love you Victorya and yes, I wanna be your boyfriend for LONGER than you can imagine." " And if Imagine four hundred years?" " You got it, babe," he said before he lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist as he pulled me in for a maddening make-out session.