Boyfriends Comics Novels & Stories

On Valentine's Day, I told my boyfriend, Cyrus Medford, that I wanted to break up with him because he's often not at home. He even told me that he was a monster in a survival game and needed to return to the game occasionally just to punish the players. What a joke! As if anyone would believe such far-fetched lies! Let's not talk about the fact that survival games didn't exist in this world. There was absolutely no way monsters would develop an eight-pack, nor would they demand hugs and kisses from me every day and torment me in bed all the time.

"Mr. Woodseaves, I beg you! We only have one son! If he goes to jail, how will we live out our days? He's a graduate of a top university… a company executive! Don't let his future be ruined!" She turned her pleading toward me as I lay on the stretcher. "Katie, do your years of love together mean nothing to you? Can't you find it in your heart and ask your brother for mercy? I'm begging you!" Lying there, I watched their ugly show with cold clarity. Years of "love"? Yes, I had once believed our bond unbreakable. I had given myself to him through late-night study meals, shared ambitions, and startup struggles. He repaid me… by colluding with his childhood sweetheart to trap me in a burning car

Nara pursed her lips then walked forward about to punch before the laughter made her stop. Deana held her stomach, "Gosh, you guys are still cat-rats first." his comment was followed by laughter. Meka and Nara looked at each other. Meka smiled, while Nara grinned to confirm what her friend said. Maybe it is. True friends will remain the same even though they haven't seen you for a long time. Nara's heart was happy. At least she can forget about her fake boyfriend for a while. *** A / N: Sori has the name 'Meka'. XD

I didn't fucking say that. "Oh princess!, Wait until you see mine. This idiot has nothing on me" Diego brags and his friend bursts out laughing. ''You mean the creepy skull?" I ask and he stares at me like 'You know about it?' These guys are funny. Inside those bad-boy bodies, they actually have humor. "She is mine now" My grumpy boyfriend ruins our fun by pulling me away from his friends. "Are you done brooding?'' I peek at his face and Rico scowls more.

"Probably a good idea. Otherwise it might get weird." "Weird how?" "Olly, I'm pretty wound up after this chat. Really, really, wound up. I think you can imagine the rest." "Aching?" "You simply cannot imagine," I moaned. "Yep. You need a boyfriend." "I don't need a fucking boyfriend," I retorted. "Boyfriends come with drama." "A girlfriend then?" "Same same but different." "Robo-lover 9001 Sport Edition?" "Does it come with a vibrating dick? Because otherwise I'm sure it will be a great door-stop."

His thumbs trace circles on her hips while watching her expression intently. “Would you like a sticker? One that says best boyfriend ever?” Anna suggested playfully. Zack’s green eyes widened at Anna’s suggestion, a genuinely surprised laugh escaping him. The idea of being called her ‘boyfriend’– especially with such a cheesy title– catches him completely off guard. “Best boyfriend ever?” he repeats with a disbelieving grin. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I am the guy who stole our favorite crayon in kindergarten and probably scared half the girls in our grade away with my attitude problems.” Despite his protests, his arms tighten around her possessively, pulling her closer against h

Daddy didn't want any reminders of my shame as he calls it. Now Mindy has been badgering me about going out with her. She knows I'm not allowed but it doesn't stop her from trying every so often. I like hanging out with Mindy, it makes me feel closer to her brother somehow though she never talks about him anymore. In the beginning she'd brought him up every other second but when she realized how much it hurt me she'd stopped. I miss hearing about him but it was just too painful. He was the only boy I'd ever loved. Well boy might be a bit of a stretch. He was twenty-three when I was eighteen. Rumor had it that he was smart but he was drawn to the dark side, fast cars and motorcycles.

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.

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.

“I don’t like hearing about what happened to you from someone that’s practically a stranger. When something happens to you, I need you to tell me.” “Okay.” “And I especially don’t want you to hide or sugarcoat your problems with me. I might not be able to solve them, but I want to be involved in the process of trying to solve them. Because I’m your friend and that’s what friends do.” “Okay.” She repeated. “I’ll try.” He sighed, then gave her a lopsided smile. “I reckon that’ll have to be good enough.” She reached for his hand, gently pulling the soda can away to assess the damage. The knuckles were split, with blood dried between the creases of his fingers. They were already swelling, althou