Boyfriends Comics Novels & Stories

"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."

I grinned at her, "Oh, you got me, Jess! I'm actually texting all seven of them right now. One for each day of the week!" She burst into laughter, "Six boyfriends? Wow, Cindy, you're like a boyfriend collector!" I laughed, "That's right! And they each have specific duties. Monday boyfriend brings me coffee, Tuesday boyfriend tells me jokes, Wednesday boyfriend does my laundry…" She interrupted, "What about Sunday boyfriend?" "Sunday boyfriend? That's the day I rest from all my boyfriends and eat ice cream!" She laughed, "You're funny, Cindy!" "Now, less talk, more homework! Chop chop!"

Your emotions are yours to handle. [From now on, I won't respond to any more discussion about this. My life is moving forward.] After I posted it, I set my phone on the table and took a shower. When I got back, it had buzzed more times than I could count. Zoe had sent over a dozen messages. The last one said: [You're a total badass!!!] Someone in my high school group chat shared a screenshot. [So that's what happened. Henry's a complete jerk.]

We had been together for just shy of three years, and I knew loved him with every fiber of my being. "Maybe we should give it a moment, let them be boys." I said, but Stacy was already onto the next thing, putting her jacket on and letting her hair down. "You're so weird. If Danny was my boyfriend, I'd race out there in a heartbeat to make out with him." Stacy shrugged her shoulders, making me laugh. Stacy McMahon was my oldest friend, and we had a comfortable friendship since we'd known each other for almost a decade and a half. She was always blunt about how I should be more hands-on with my relationship, even though I was comfortable.

“Quit it. Max will geek out if you keep that up.” “I can’t have a little fun?” the playboy asked. John set up a tripod for the digital camera lying on the table. “Max almost got his head blown off by Catwoman, and now you wanna ass around?” Funny Boy sobered and went over to help her friend’s cockroach boyfriend. Max stepped back in the room. The eye was starting to swell. Nice. “Who are you? Mercenaries for hire?” she asked.

Sydlynn Thaddea Hayle. Boy. Freaking. Friend. I took a breath, inhaling his air even as I quivered. "I have a. Um. You know." "A boyfriend?" Piers laughed deep and soft, still sharing my oxygen. "Yes, I know." "And you do, too." I paused. "Have one." Another awkward moment. "A girlfriend." Way to have a nerdgirl attack, Syd. His frown of confusion turned to a low laugh that sent ripples of delight through my body.

By the time he was done, even Liza wanted to cry for the unknown boy despite not knowing him. "The boy's name is Tom, Tommy Thompson." Tom concluded with his narration. Wondering if the name was meant to have a meaning for her, Liza look at him blankly. Finally lifting up his head to look at her, Tom saw the blank expression and he realized she still did not get it. He grimaced with shame! Liza saw that look and slowly, comprehension dawned on her. "I was in the hospital because of this Tom? He was my boyfriend?" Liza asked with eyes gone so big they almost popped out.

Whenever the crowd pressed too close, or the flash of a camera felt overwhelming, I’d glance at him and he’d nod, reminding me I wasn’t alone. Another fan came forward, this time a teenage boy. He wore thick glasses and had messy hair. He set down three books at once. I laughed nervously. “Wow, you brought all of them?” He nodded quickly. “Yeah. I love your comics. The way you draw feelings… it’s like you know what I’m thinking.” That made my cheeks warm. “Thank you. That means a lot.” As I signed, he blurted out, “Are you going to make another one? The ending felt like it needed more!”

Only then did she adjust her position, but Isis moved. They’re in his favorite position again. Him, hugging her waist while making her arm his pillow. She didn't complain anymore. She knew the young man was more comfortable when they were in that position, so she let him be. She smiled while stroking her boyfriend's face. “The noble-mafia boss of Asia...” she said in a whisper, “my boyfriend.” She laughed and shook her head. She has a very cool boyfriend who’s a freaking mafia boss of Asia and who also happens to be a Count, a royalty. A noble man.

"That little fool treats everyone kindly. Even if someone at the company bullies her, she won't notice. How was I supposed to know that I wasn't just another ordinary guy in her eyes? "I did something foolish. I called myself her boyfriend and used that role to defend her openly at work, to drive away any men who had their eyes on her. The world is cruel—they either harm her or want to possess her. I had no choice but to change companies with her several times."