Boyfriends Maker Novels & Stories

by your future self. "Guys, I've made up my mind, I'm confessing to either of these hotties, Like come on! How! Can! They! Still! Be! So!~ Many! Single! Hotties! When I'm here looking for one? Just one? Wish me luck!" by I want a hot boyfriend. "Go for Jack or someone else, I'm all in for Jer babe," by a boyfriend of Jerry Riler. "I'm going for John, he's totally my type," by my Pomeranian little bro is too cute.

I'm presuming this is the asshole boyfriend! I'm desperate to get rid of the smirk on the attractive boy's face. He has the audacity to touch what is mine. Because of the change in my manner, I can see Kyle on full alert as well. He knows I'm going to unleash my wrath on this jerk any minute now. "Elliot, this is Matt, my boyfriend. Matt, this is Elliot, my dearest best friend, who I'm telling you about." And fuck if I don't see red right now. I'm the best friend. The fucking best friend only, while the asshole is the boyfriend. I so badly want to kill the person who invented the word best friend! When can I ever get out of this best friend zone?

"Mr. Foster said that Dream Maker doesn't accept custom orders, so how did Avery's new boyfriend manage it? Is he working in the upper management?" "Yeah. Her new boyfriend is the owner of Dream Maker. I'm only telling you this, so do not tell anyone else." Mike knew that Chad would not be able to stay quiet and had purposefully told him just so that he could tell Elliot about things. "I get it," Chad said gloomily. "Let's end the call here. It's late for you now, so go to sleep!" "When are you coming to see me in Bridgedale? I bought you a Dream Maker car, too," Mike teased, "It's customized in a way."

Kelsey's question interrupted her thoughts. "It's better this way, sex between us would complicate things ... I'm not gonna be his fuck buddy, I can't do that, I need a boyfriend ... that's what I need, and Preston is not that person, you know what I mean?" Kelsey nodded, "Yeah, I guess I can see it from your point of view to me sex is just fun if you can have fun with your best friend ... why not, you're young and inexperienced, the more experience you can get the better."

If only he was my boyfriend. If only.

“Girl, I told you. You got here because of the love between me and Dallas. Accept that we aren’t dried up raisins. I mean I’m not a dried-up old raisin. I still got it. That’s why I have bob.” “God mom! Seriously, you have a boyfriend already? Have you been cheating on dad? I wanna meet this bob! So, I can murder him with my bare hands.” Rowan looked at her confused. “I never cheated on your father. Bob is another name for my Battery Operated Boyfriend. I mean a sex toy.” “I really am going to be sick. Thank you for that extremely sick and disgusting visual. I wanted to believe you were a saint not a vixen.”

Then she tugged each row evenly and tied it up in a neat bow. Maya examined herself from every angle, no doubt looking for something to complain about, before she decided that there was none. “Now all that’s left for me is makeup. Do you think you can manage something to also do mine or would you be too swamped with yours?” “That won’t be a problem because I’m not going to the party.” Tammy said. “I can do yours.” “That has to be a joke. Tell me you’re joking.” Maya asked. “It’s not a joke. I can’t go to the party. I have homework.”

It should make me feel better, but my mind punishes me with imaginary thoughts of what's happening behind the door I force it out, getting into bed and tucking myself under the sheets. I close my eyes and remind myself of the same thing. Anna is his girlfriend. I'm just the fake boyfriend. But the truth only reinforces what I already know. That I’m the only sore loser in this fake relationship.

He let out a long breath and knocked on the door, only to be met by a stranger. "Who are you? Why are you in my girlfriend's house?" "Girlfriend?" Lucian chuckled lightly, then turned toward the living room. "Miranda, when did you get two boyfriends?" Two boyfriends? Felix felt like lightning had hit him. He thought there was no way this tall, cold man was my boyfriend. How could I abandon years of our relationship so quickly after leaving him? I wrapped my arms around Lucian's waist from behind and smiled sweetly at him. "Don't spread rumors. You're the only one I'm dating."

For the first time, I spoke gently, like a girl in love, and he responded in a tender tone I had never known from him before. If that was really nothing, then who had I been to him? My wrist ached where he held it so tightly, and suddenly I felt like crying. He claimed to be my boyfriend, and I allowed him to toy with me while keeping my feelings secret. When he said he wasn't, I had to pull back, behave as I should, and even help him with someone else's romance. Our relationship had always been dictated by him. I took a deep breath and lifted my chin, fighting back tears, and forced the lightest, most casual tone I could muster. "Jason, you're such a fool—you really got tricked. I haven't l