Boyfriends Christmas Novels & Stories

one reporter asked. "Yes." "Is it serious?" "Very." "Are you planning to get married?" "That's none of your business." The next day, the headline read: "HOCKEY STAR COLE ASHFORD PLANNING TO MARRY MYSTERY BOYFRIEND." Jay laughed when he saw it. "Mystery boyfriend? I'm not a mystery. I'm just a barista." "You're not just a barista. You're an artist." "An artist who works at a coffee shop."

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.

Chris whispered. ​"Happy birthday, Chris," Leo said, his voice incredibly soft and sincere as he took a step closer. "I know we haven't known each other for years, but from the second you spun onto that dance floor at the POC party, you completely turned my world upside down. You are the brightest, most unapologetic, and beautiful person I've ever met. And I don't want to spend another day not being yours." Leo took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto Chris's. "Will you officially be my boyfriend?" ​For the first time in his entire life, Chris was completely, utterly speechless. Tears welled up in his eyes, catching the glow of the fairy lights.

“I’m not sad.” “You’ve been staring at that same sweater for ten minutes.” I looked down at my hands. I was holding the gray hoodie—Ethan’s hoodie, the one I’d never been able to throw away. “Old boyfriend,” I said quietly. Chloe didn’t pry. She just nodded and said, “I have one of those too. His name was Mark. He told me he loved me and then kissed my best friend at prom.” I blinked. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” She shrugged, but her eyes were soft. “It gets easier. Not all at once. But eventually.”

At 9 AM, they stood up. Matthew hugged Damon. It was awkward. Stiff. Two men who did not know how to be soft. But they held on. And when they pulled apart, both of them were crying. I was crying too. The waitress handed me a napkin. "You are a mess, hon." "I know." "Who are they?" "My boyfriend and his son." "Ah." "That is all you have to say?" "Sometimes that is all there is to say." She walked away. --- Damon walked to my table.

A week earlier at Chairman's Jack house. "Dad I don't want to get engaged to any girl" Zach complained and he slumped back on the chair. "What about our deal, have you forgotten. You still haven't given me the name of any girl that is going to do a good job as your fiancee" "I have a girlfriend" "Who, Casey?" "Yes and you know that. Dad I love Casey and not any random girl and I want to marry her". "Zach you can't marry her, okay. She's not the right one for you"

He's got this huge deal with his investors he's been working on for quite some time now since the past few weeks and although he didn't say, I could tell it was stressing him alot. I made up my mind to get dressed and head over to his house. Besides, what better way to spend my birthday than with him? With enthusiasm and eagerness to surprise my boyfriend at his place, I threw on a very skimpy skirt just the exact same one he likes so much, an easy shirt that wouldn't stand in our way if you know what I mean and a ridiculous amount of lipgloss to touch up my light makeup of mascara and a faint blush then headed over to his place just after picking up a medium sized cake.

I opened my wallet and took out all the cash inside. A total of 273 dollars. I handed it over to the manager. "Keep the change." The moment she saw the money, she pushed the boy toward me like he was a hot potato. And just like that, I "bought" myself a boyfriend. Yes, I bought Ben Kent and took him home so he could be my boyfriend. I guess his name was chosen because it was simple, something people could easily make up. Why did I go out and get a mentally-challenged guy as my boyfriend?

"Ahh.Will.William! " A few blissful minutes later "Ugh. I'm gross. I need a shower ." Cassie said, staring up at the ceiling. Next to her, a rather proud historian was slipping back in bed after making a naked beer run to the kitchen."Aww.. look at my little Twinkie!" "What...are you talking about? How am I a Twinkie?" Cassie glanced sideways at her boyfriend. Why did Will have to come up with random weird pet names? "cause you are golden and cream filled." He grinned wolfishly and was too proud of himself for the crude pun.

They were frozen in place, and I winced internally. “M-Mom. D-Dad,” I began, my voice trembling. “I need to tell you something.” I glanced at Jaxon. He looked completely relaxed, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away. He was enjoying this. Jerk. “This is Jaxon,” I said, taking a deep breath. “He is... he is my boyfriend.” It felt like I had dropped a bomb. My parents blinked at the same time. Their eyes slowly trailed over Jaxon, from his boots and ripped jeans, to his leather jacket, white shirt, neck tattoo, and calm, unreadable expression.