Novelas y relatos de Boyfriends Anime

“Checking the merchandise… you see. You can check me out, too, Gia. Hmm… you smell so damn good.” I gulped. “Just to let you know… before you start smelling me and all… I’ve never had a boyfriend.” He looked at me. Then he got what I was saying. And his eyes glazed over.

Jordan just chuckled indifferently at his grandfather's sarcasm and then said, "And the man beside him is Rhysand del Millero. My cousin that anyone would be curious about. Rhysand, this is Amanda, my girlfriend." I slowly looked at his grinning face. "Are you curious about me too, Miss Dimitriou?" he asked with a grin. They were sure that the grin was a playful grin, but I knew behind his words was a real mockery to me. I tried, with all my might, not to slap him in the face. I shook my head, "No. Mr. Millero. I'm not one of your fans." I replied with a sweet smile that I forced out.

He snapped at her. "Serious? What?" Daeira asked in befuddlement. "You're discussing man’s names in my presence?" he hissed while Arisa actually cowered. "Wae? It's not like we are married or something." she said simply. "What?" "You're not even my boyfriend." she stated. "What's a boyfriend?" "OMG. Are you even serious?" "What the hell is a boyfriend?" he asked. Arisa then cleared her throat, "I-it's a guy who is involved romantically with a girl, your highness."

Jill regretted it, she can only act tough and a teaser alone with Wayne, but with her friends she folded like mimosa. “Anyways my boyfriend is also named Wayne.” Hori told them, with a radiant smile. He looked at Wayne and examined the young man. He giggled as he remembered his partner. “Yep, both of you looked cute. Obviously, my Wayne is cuter hehehe” “Oh yeah, that Wayne from STEM write? His writer if I recall correctly,” said Rita who knew who he was. “I have to agree with Hori, that Wayne looked like a model.” April agreed, she remembered seeing Hori’s boyfriend few times.

"Have you seen a worker who gave away more than eight million dollars?" "Please give me a dozen boyfriends like him." At the same time, "Tail's Boyfriend" commented affectionately: "Tail, would you like to be my girlfriend?"

t was a weird random relationship and after maybe a month we both kind of just stopped talking. My second boyfriend was more of a boyfriend than the first. It was my freshman year of college and we met at a party on campus. He was also a freshman and definitely leaned more towards the nerdy time. He was working towards becoming a doctor so any time they we hung out it was all he talked about.

And then, he landed himself behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and his touch gave me the chills running through my spines but I enjoyed it. “Make yourself comfortable. We are now different from what we were yesterday,” he said. “So, that means you…you are my …,” I stuttered. “Boyfriend! Yes, I am your boyfriend and you are my rightful girlfriend here,” he said as he rubbed his hands on my shoulders. I had never bath even with my friends together. Not even with my best friend. But washing ourself together was making both of us so much comfortable with each other.

I yelled as I broke free from his grasp. But he could not accept this and tried to barge into my house. Just then, another familiar person showed up. It was River. He pulled me behind him and shielded me. “Who are you? What are you doing?” asked River in hostility as he glared at August. August was stunned. He was not expecting someone else to show up. “I’m Casey’s boyfriend. Who are you?” Refusing to back down, August retorted. “He’s not!” I shot back without hesitation. “Enough, August! We no longer have anything to do with each other!”

I wipe the sensor clean with my cloth, and the man retreats into the darkness with the rest. "Drain his account and burn the body," I explain, to the closest man on my left. This man is Lincoln Murphy. He is the second person I would turn to. The first is his older brother, Leander. He somehow managed a life outside of the empire, and for that, I'm jealous. He's off galivanting with his sweet little girlfriend, whom I had yet to meet in the two years that they had been dating. Lincoln swore she's real. He even proved it to me with pictures. That's how I deduced she was his sweet little girlfriend. I never would have pegged him for enjoying the company of a redhead, but then again, I enjoyed

he says, his voice low and smooth. I feel a chill run down my spine. How does he know my name? "Who are you?" I ask, my voice shaking slightly. The boy takes a step closer to me, and I instinctively take a step back. "My name is Phoenix," he says. I raise an eyebrow in confusion. "Hi, Pheonix. Do I know you?"