Boyfriends Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Why did it feel like I was the one who’d been caught? I hadn’t done anything wrong. If anyone was at fault, it was Nate. He’d ignored me—his girlfriend—and driven some other girl home. Shawn noticed Nate too. “That man looks like he might murder me… is he your boyfriend?” Before I could speak, Nate answered for me. “Yes, I’m her boyfriend, Nate Hart. And you are…?” He extended his hand politely toward Shawn—but his face said anything but polite. Shawn froze for a beat, then a mischievous grin spread across his face.

"If I hadn't been a coward and backed off, you'd never have ended up with him. You'd never have spent three years getting hurt." As he spoke, his wet eyes turned to me, and his hands reached out, testing, like he wanted to pull me in. I smacked his hands away and straightened him back up. "Just talk. What happened then?" He sat back down, looking wounded, his back slumping a little, his voice smaller than before. "Noah said he didn't know how to win a girl over. He was scared he'd say the wrong thing." "So he asked me to build him a Boyfriend Assistant, something to teach him what to say and how to reply to you."

I combined the symbols of Moonborn bloodline and the totem of our pack in my design. Adrian looked at my design and said, "It's so beautiful. Perfect, just like you." I set the pencil aside and looked at him seriously. "Adrian, why did you give me all the power? Aren't you worried I might betray you or abuse it?" He took my hands and replied in a sentimental and earnest tone, "I trust you no matter what." I felt the warmth of his palms, and a sense of security filled my heart. "More importantly, your innocence and kindness are the most beautiful qualities I've ever seen," he added.

“Oh, absolutely. I came with my new boyfriend. He’s why I’m all dressed up.” Ava fans herself dramatically. “Girl, he’s hot. Like, seriously hot. Tall, dark hair, these piercing eyes that just melt you. Muscles from playing sports, hockey, actually. And his smile? Dangerous. The kind that makes your knees weak.” “Wow, that’s romantic.” I say, already feeling really drunk from the shots.

The piece had gone viral, making it to the top 10 trending topics. My boyfriend, Hudson Brewer, who submitted the painting, became the center of media attention after the competition. In an interview, he said earnestly, “I believe the preservation of intangible artistic beauty shouldn’t be limited. Anything exquisite deserves to be recorded. So, I immortalized my girlfriend, the most beautiful person in my heart, on clay. She’s also a ceramic artist, and she fully supports my work.” The comment section was polarized. Some praised him for being romantic, saying he was so in love with his girlfriend. Others criticized me for being shameless and compared the piece to a 3D dirty photoshoot. Some

"I saw your text. My best friend wants a boyfriend. So, you're done being the bad girl, huh? You want to settle now?" A smile curls my lips. "Wanting a boyfriend doesn't mean I want to settle." I lean back on my chair in a relaxed position and cross my legs at the ankle. "It just means I need a guy I can fuck every hour of the day without having to dress up, go to a club or spend money on drinks." Rose laughs. "You're an awful person, Monique." "Yeah?" I chuckle. "I know that already."

"Your friend just got taken away! Aren't you gonna check? That guy looked dangerous." "He's not dangerous. That's her boyfriend," Lauren replied. "I see…" The lead singer looked disappointed and a little unconvinced. "His girlfriend's that gorgeous. Shouldn't he be treating her more gently? That stare of his was terrifying." Lauren rolled her eyes. "That's just their couple dynamic. You wouldn't get it. Also, you talk too much." Seriously, how could someone be that handsome and still ruin the vibe just by opening his mouth? Honestly, even Joseph was better than this. Wait. Why was she thinking about him?

Author's POV "What... what do you think of my girlfriend? Do you think she’s beautiful enough to be part of our family?" Sebastian asked, a proud look on his face, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. There was no doubt, he was showing off. He clearly enjoyed the idea that others admired the woman by his side. "She is very beautiful," Kenneth replied with a small smile, though the memory of how Becky had almost crushed him in her embrace the night before flashed through his mind.

"But you? You're drawn to youth, beauty, and people who can give you whatever you want without hesitation. We were never speaking the same language. "So, go. I don't want to see you ever again."

He didn't think this lovely girl looked anything like the boisterous Jones at all. No, he could never mistake this person for anyone else. Something in him knew that as his mouth went dry and, for once in his life, left him speechless. It was wild the way the world seemed to slow down. Will hadn't felt such a quick draw of attraction since high school. Of course, nearly any pretty face and pair of pert breasts could have sent his heart into a flutter. Now he was grown, and most people, women included, tended to bore him to death.