Novel & Cerita Boyfriends Fanart

"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."

Her lovesick boyfriend Ever pouted at that, making me cock an eyebrow at him since nobody in all of Edelweiss stood a chance against his personality and looks. "I know, right? He's like a mini Zayn Malik. Maybe even hotter." Art let out a dreamy sigh, placing her small head between her propped up arms, making Troy roll his eyes. "That's why everyone's so into your spitting, by the way."

Archer said "Little Cesantios" "She's still a North" Archer said "OMG it's the 7 Gold Kids.." Someone squealed and we all turned to a group of girls "You have a lot of fans" I said "Mostly girls" Crystal added People were starting to notice them and they're taking a lot of pictures of them. They started to call them hot and everything. They called their names one by one. It was funny sometimes. "My boyfriend has a lot of fans" I said to Christian "Don't be jealous babe, I'm all yours" He whispered

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."

Bring your hot self and your hotter boyfriend. - Priya: I’ve already started a petition for “protective boyfriend rights” if anyone gives you grief. 47 signatures and counting (mostly bots I made, but they count). - Theo: [attached photo of a doodle: cartoon Dante in a sling throwing a football heart, cartoon Eli holding a book like a shield] For moral support. Also I’m bringing snacks. Tell Dante no protein bars allowed. I laughed—first real one since the article dropped—and showed Dante the thread while he was still half-asleep, propped against pillows with an ice pack taped to his shoulder.

"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

Uncle cocks didn’t throb at the thought of their nephews. The way my cock throbbed in my pants wasn’t something uncles did. “Y-Yes. Are you not his uncle?” she asked. I shook my head, glaring toward Jordan. “Not at all.” “Then what are you to him?” she asked. The blender stopped. “I’m his boyfriend,” I said out loud, not caring how it sounded. The urge to claim Jordan was insanely high. Fuck me for going out of my mind. “Holy shit!” two voices exclaimed in unison. They stared like I’d grown an extra head.

“One question after another, please. Otherwise, Zephyr won’t be able to answer.” “I’m grateful to the lady beside me the most. She’s my junior. We usually meet up to talk about art. She’s a real professional.” Zephyr then held Nancy’s hand. “The woman in the portrait isn’t my girlfriend. For certain reasons I can’t name, I drew her.” He put on an expression that said he felt lost, and it made the reporters even more curious. I could not stand their fake answers anymore, so I gave Patrin a signal.

He slid a necklace worth eight figures around her neck and doted on her, as if she was the center of his life. Ivy smiled like a princess as he gently wiped off the cake from the corner of her mouth. I glared at the screen so hard that my eyes stung, and I almost started crying again. The man sized me up in disdain. “Why are you staring at that? He’s a mafia boss! The woman beside him is his childhood friend. Stop dreaming about living that sort of life, you pleb!” “Happy birthday, Ivy!” On the screen, he wished Ivy a happy birthday.

"Eloise, I appreciate that you're looking out for me, but isn't this a bit... extreme?" She shrugs nonchalantly. "Maybe. But it's better to be prepared, right?" I can't deny the logic in her reasoning, even if the whole situation still feels surreal. "Fine, but I am not helping you pick out an outfit." Eloise pouts. "Why not?" "Because I am not doing girly shit like that! That's a job for your girlfriend," I cross my arms defiantly. "But I don't have any girlfriends! Girls won't hang out with me because they think I am too boyish and weird. Please, Lucian! I need your opinions," she pleads, pouting again.