Boyfriends Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“Besides, if you had gone to help her when that man threw the iced cola on her, she would’ve found out that you were following her and observing her in secret. “August, I’m helping you test your love! I’m helping you pick a wife who won’t leave your side regardless of how much money you have!” “I went overboard. I saw that man was mistreating her, but I didn’t even help. I’m not a good boyfriend!” August sounded regretful. “You did nothing wrong. Think about it. Your previous girlfriends all dated you because of your money. They spent your money, cheated on you, and got themselves some sugar babies!

In all, She looked beautiful. "I know" She said confidently "I'm keeping this dress, actually this whole look for my boyfriend, He loves it when I'm braless and in lace" She smiled, playing with her hair. "What's his name?" I asked. She grinned "Axel. I will show you though." Show me what? "He's so handsome. He has black hair and onyx eyes. He is tall and beautiful. He loves rough sex, I love it too" She giggled "He loves art and music, oh, and me." She smiled.

I snort, mom made us all get on the shot the moment she found out Layla was pregnant and we get it every month because she doesn't want any surprises. “Wait, so you're really into fucking him?” “Fucking who?” I play dumb. “I don't have a boyfriend. “So you're just fooling around with that guy? Let me tell you something Aurie, men don't want to be just friends with a girl like you. You're as beautiful as you are annoying.” “Is that a compliment Laylay? Cause I'm pretty annoying.” I grin. “But don't worry about it, he's my boyfriend but you can't tell anyone. He actually asks me to be his girlfriend nearly every time we meet just so he's sure we're good.”

was responsible about life’s big things, the dark-haired one became his anchor. My boyfriend, despite being only nineteen, had no qualms about becoming someone great and talented. And I adored his duality: the carefree boy with raw desires and fashion ambitions, and the full-grown man whose very presence oozed hormones. I loved it. God, how I adored Maël.

He chuckled. "I don't know. You are quite fun to be with." I admitted. "And honestly, I can see that you are sad so I want to cheer you up." "Yeah, so going back to my original question, what do you find attractive in a guy?" "I already told you." I replied laughing. "I like men that are good looking but it doesn't mean that is the only thing I am attracted to when it comes to a guy." "So what is your boyfriend like?" "He was a DJ. He is very caring and loving. He helped me study. He paid for everything I needed when we were together. He is sweet and romantic. He always finds a way to surprise me." I replied dreamingly.

he asked while still touching his own face. I looked at his face and touched his cheek. Animo carefully checks if there is dirt there. Later I squeezed his cheek. "No dirt." I let it go. "Hey, why are they looking at me?" He even taught himself that's why I want to laugh at his appearance. 'My boyfriend is cute. Este is handsome!' I smiled. "My boyfriend is so handsome that they can't help but look at you. You look like Ji Chang Wook of Korea." "Really? Hey, that's handsome!"

"I love working with companies and strike a mutually beneficial business deal. And I fucking love football.? I feel those butterflies again in my stomach. Right now, he looks so sexy. And he still has this bad boy aura that I always wonder how. But it's not like some destructive, wrecked bad boys many girls sometimes fantasize to sweep off their feet. Those who are insecure and have tattoos plus guns and whom their parents definitely won't approve. This bad boy is different. It's the kind of those bad boys who are driven, intellectual and have mastered self-control to really kick ass in the real dog-eat-dog world.

She'd been talking about him nonstop for months now and I knew she was very much in love with him. God, I couldn't believe this. On one hand, I could tell her that her boyfriend was a douchebag and that we'd had sex but that would break her heart and it would be my fault on the the other hand it I decided not to say anything, I'd be letting a douchebag like Collen have his way with my best friend. I ran my hands through my wavy blonde hair and groaned in frustration as I stared at my reflection above the vanity. My eyes were puffy with all of the crying I did last night and my hair was a complete mess.

I’’m smart, fun, and- A young couple passes us, both probably in their early twenties, both model material. The girl looks Hispanic, with an obvious but well done BBL. The rest of her is tall and just thin enough to be considered thicc but not fat. Her boyfriend (that’s what I’m assuming he is) is tall, taller than Blake even. He’s muscular but he’s somewhere between Lewis and Blake; slightly lean with broad shoulders and just enough muscle to show clearly that he’s a gym bro.