Boyfriend Scenarios Novels & Stories

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

I rolled my eyes. “The universe isn't communicating shit. This is the second party I've met you at. This is not an ordinary party, why are you here?” “I could ask you the same thing, Ria.” “I'm here with my husband, and it is Valeria.” He chucked dryly and ran his hand through his wavy hair. “You know you can't get rid of me that easily, Ria. I was your first boyfriend, your first love, your first everything.” “Shut the fuck up, Zayn, do you see this?” I waved my hand, flexing my wedding ring to him. “This means that whatever we had is over, and it has been for a very long time.”

Not a single private touch. He played the perfect boyfriend all day, helping Mom with chores around the house, watching TV cuddled up with her on the couch, even agreeing to run errands with her in the afternoon. I stayed home alone, pacing my room like a caged animal, checking my phone every few minutes like a pathetic addict waiting for a fix. The screen stayed dark. No messages. No secret knocks on my door. Just agonizing silence that made the ache between my legs even worse.

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.

At 9 AM, they stood up. Matthew hugged Damon. It was awkward. Stiff. Two men who did not know how to be soft. But they held on. And when they pulled apart, both of them were crying. I was crying too. The waitress handed me a napkin. "You are a mess, hon." "I know." "Who are they?" "My boyfriend and his son." "Ah." "That is all you have to say?" "Sometimes that is all there is to say." She walked away. --- Damon walked to my table.

I smiled, “You don’t have to worry since we won’t be friends any longer. From now on, you should live your own life, Marie. Ah, with your jobless boyfriend, of course. That’s the kind of life that suits both of you.” Marie scoffed, “At least I have a boyfriend. I know someone who is in a contract marriage for money.” I swear my mouth dropped. I had used the ‘boyfriend’ card first so this was on me. My heart started thumping and I looked around to check if no one had heard. I couldn’t bring myself to reply to Marie. She continued triumphantly, her voice lower this time,

A junior approached me. He proposed me to be his friend. And… It just clicked. We became boyfriends soon. He shifted in my apartment with me. Our relationship was a hide and seeks. Battling with our emotions. Until, until I gave myself to him. Yes I bottomed up for him. Not that I was ashamed. But now if I think. I feel used. It was a bloody bet he had with his friends. 2 Million Dollars. To be my boyfriend. To fuck me. To record me while fucking me.

My thighs trembled. “This is insane… I have a boyfriend,” I protested weakly, but my voice cracked. “Boyfriend?” He laughed low, his free hand sliding to my waist, fingers digging into my soft flesh. “That loser couldn’t make you cum if his life depended on it. I can smell how wet you are already, baby. That greedy little pussy is weeping for a real man. Imagine my thick cock splitting you open, hitting spots Jake’s never even dreamed of. You’ll be screaming, creaming, squirting all over me while I ruin you for anyone else.”

“I heard he’s your boyfriend. He’s screwing around behind your back. What do you think?” I remained silent. It was my first time seeing Ryan again after five years. It just had to be when my boyfriend and best friend were busy making out, like they could not bear to part. Ryan casually reached up and straightened the ribbon on my school uniform. “Want to get even?” he asked with a smile. … It was my eighteenth birthday today, but it was not going great. This afternoon, I caught my boyfriend and my best friend all over each other. At night, I called my dad, only for him to tell me that his flight got delayed. He would not be coming home to celebrate with me.

My mind got angry as I heard it and I stood up from my seat and was going to say something when my friend stopped me and his boyfriend took him away from me. After they left that place I was so upset to have my food but they forced me and then we returned to our class. On the other hand, as they left that place and that guy's boyfriend asked him what was all of a sudden even if he has a boyfriend why was he drooling over someone else's boyfriend? That guy said he wants a more handsome and wealthy boyfriend with a greater build but if he thinks he cannot stay with him that they can just break up.