Boyfriend Synonym Novels & Stories

“You left so fast. He stood there watching you like he’d been abandoned” I huffed, then I replied quickly. “No. Not my husband” “Boyfriend” He pressed, clearly entertained. “No,” I said firmly, “He’s not my boyfriend. Just someone I know” The driver laughed, a warm, rolling sound. “I thought you were fighting” “No,” I said, then paused, searching for the right word. “We just know each other.” He repeated knowingly. “Oh…know each other… sounds more complicated. I rolled my eyes.

"Its fine Dove, I'll reintroduce myself and I hope we get along for the mean time." Dove nodded. "Makayla Adamson Ameerat." "Dove Argentos Balikis." "It's nice to meet my boyfriend's sister." The word 'boyfriend' didn't sound strange as it used to be when it was utilized for other men but for Argento, it sounded nice, quirkily unique. Knox cringed at the mention of the word 'boyfriend.' He has never had a real girlfriend before-- well he did. He was once married but that was a very long time ago.

I need to find out how much it is going to cost to fix this mess. “A friend’s? What like a boyfriend? Does he have a name?” Lucy has a pout on her lips and an eyebrow raised. Rolling my eyes, I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose. “No, not a boyfriend. Well, yes, he is a boy, and he is my friend, so technically you could say he is my boyfriend, but not in the sense you are thinking.” I say, waving my hands around. She hums before clicking her tongue and rolling her eyes at me. Lucy doesn’t believe me, well it’s the truth. Robert isn’t my boyfriend.

But why was he angry? "Oops, your boyfriend seems angry," Asim said, my eyes widened at the word 'boyfriend' "No he is not my boyfriend he's just--" he is what? My friend? I don't have enough time to explain to him everything that happened in the past few days. "He is-, he is my friend! Yes he's my friend " "Okay I got it he is your 'Friend' " he started laughing "okay Asim I'll catch you later bye " we exchanged our numbers and I ran towards the main gate,

"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?"

Just like all the men who were at the party, the interlocutor of the mother also wore a suit that was quite neat. "His face is a bit like Dadang. But a prettier version, really. Maybe his brother." Alsava muttered under her breath and still took some snacks. Dadang's face Alsava doesn't even remember---if it wasn't for being betrothed---especially the face of Dadang's brother. They haven't seen each other for so long as distant cousins. Alsava knows, Dadang has a brother. However, Alsava did not know what the man looked like.

If I was going to be involved in his life, I had to know what I was up against. “What’s a boyfriend?” Luc tilted his head to the side, and I couldn't help but chuckle when Amara’s questions came tumbling to the front of my mind. She had looked exactly the way he did right at the moment, and I concluded right there and then that maybe it was a toddler thing! I glanced outside to find Kenya deep in conversation with whoever was on the other end of the line. "A boyfriend is..." I rubbed my suddenly sweaty hands and searched for the best possible answer. "-he is mommy's special friend. He takes care of Mommy and you, he buys Mommy flowers..."

" 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.

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