Boyfriend Synonym Novels & Stories

I raised his eyebrows, as if daring me to challenge him and prove him wrong. I thought for a while. "Alright then, what do you want me to change the name to? What shall I call you? Boyfriend?" I wiggled my eyebrows and he scrunched his nose in disgust. "I hate that word. It makes me feel like a high school fool." He shuddered and I couldn't agree more. Somehow, calling him my boyfriend didn't seem do justice to his incredible human anatomical features. "Ah, I know the perfect word then. Manfriend?"

He was just there. "I fell in love with her boyfriend." The words hung in the air between us. Liam didn't say anything for a long time. Then he leaned back in the booth. Let out a breath. "Shit," he said. "Yeah." "Does he love you back?" "Yes." "Then it's not just you." "That doesn't make it better." "No." Liam shook his head. "It doesn't. But it means you're not the only one carrying this." I didn't know what to say to that.

“I want to be your boyfriend.” I blinked, not sure I’d heard him right. “Boyfriend?” “Yeah.” His smile turned a little sheepish — something I didn’t think was possible for him. “I know we’re technically mates, but I want to date you. Take you out. Woo you, or whatever humans call it.” I covered my mouth, trying — and failing — not to laugh. “Woo me?” Tristan groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “You know what I mean.”

"Besides, with all the people Benji has pissed off in the past, it'll be good for you to have some basic defense skills. I hate to burst your bubble, but there are a lot of packs out there that kind of hate your boyfriend." It felt weird to hear the word 'boyfriend' roll of Dotty's tongue. Boyfriend was almost too juvenile to explain my relationship with Benji. There was more of a commitment tied to the word 'mate', compared to a more human concept like a boyfriend. I shifted in my seat, hesitating before asking, "Not to be rude, but why would you be training me?"

I was mentally preparing myself for this one and was hoping he wouldn't make fun of me for it. "Of course baby, go ahead," I stated at him again for a while. "Am I your girlfriend now, because your owning me but I still don't know what I am to you," I was genuinely confused so I need the air to be cleared. "I don't like the term boyfriend, I am not a boy and you most definitely aren't my friend, that just doesn't set well with me, your my woman and I am your man, you will forever be my woman love until the day I die, you will be my woman until I ask you to be my wife which may I add will be very soon also, I have no intentions of letting you slip through my fingers, I want a life with you an

When I asked why they said they weren't sure they would be able to control themselves if they sat next to me. I loved how they lost control easily when they were with me. It made me feel kind of powerful. "Basically, this is polyamory, but both of us are in love with you and not with each other. Do you get that, Princess?" I nodded. "So, if someone asks what you are to me…" "I'm your boyfriend and he's also your boyfriend." "Boyfriend." Matteo scoffed at the word. "The word sounds like it's for pussies. I'm your man, Cara. You can call me whatever you like but definitely not boyfriend."

“Don’t give me that look. You know exactly who I mean.” Though he made such a claim, I truly knew no one he spoke of who deserves that sort of tone or attitude. Well, Justin, probably. But he said ‘boyfriend’. “Unless if I misheard you and you actually said ‘son’ instead of ‘boyfriend’, I have no idea who you mean,” I answered.

“Boyfriend? Isn’t he a little... old for that?” Technically, she wasn’t wrong. I let out another laugh, dry this time. “Yeah,” I said. “But I don’t think there’s a better word for what we are.” Because “boyfriend” didn’t quite cover it—and neither did anything else. Whatever Adrian and I were, it didn’t follow human rules.

She directed her irritation toward her daughter, who stopped laughing almost immediately. “Yes, Mom,” Alexa replied obediently, sharing a look with her cousin, who only smiled back. “At least I have an interest, I don’t see you parading around a boyfriend,” Isaac stated under his breath, but he wasn’t as quiet as he thought he was. “Mommy, what’s a boyfriend?” Gabriella asked innocently, her little six-year-old mind curious over a new word she didn’t understand. “Well, Gabby, uhm, a boyfriend is… well it’s someone who loves and protects you, someone who you might marry someday,” Jean stumbled over her words unsure of how to explain the idea to the child.

"I made the call, 'Boyfriend'." "Boyfriend?" Shaun repeated, his voice warm but edged with amusement. "What? You don't like being called that?" He pulled her closer, eyes gleaming. "Boyfriend's fine. But I like a two-syllable title even more."