Boyfriends Webcomic Novels & Stories

She thought for a while. "So how's family doing?" She asked. "Well, if you asking about family, my mom, dad, siblings? They are good. Really okay." He answered. Miss Jane smiled, "what about your family? You know, your wife, your kids, got any?" She asked. The plumber raised his head to stare at her, "Nope. Am just a single guy who wants a nice life." He said, then continued his work.

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.

I did what any normal, sleep-deprived teenager would do. I pulled out my phone and started recording. “Jason Cole?” I said, smirking at the camera. “Yeah, sure. He’s basically my boyfriend. He steals my pens, cheats off my history homework, and drives me insane. Honestly, the full boyfriend experience.” I snorted at my own sarcasm, tossed my pen dramatically over my shoulder, and hit post. Only my close friends were supposed to see it. A harmless inside joke. A tiny vent into the void.

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.

She held up her drawing, a colorful sketch of four figures holding hands under a bright sun. “Look, Mommy! I made this for you!” she said, her voice bubbling with pride. “That’s me, you, Grandpa Emerson, and Mr. Hayes—your boyfriend!” I laughed, a giddy, heartfelt sound, my cheeks flushing at the word. Boyfriend. It felt delicious, like a secret I wanted to savor. Shawn, with his goofy grin and unwavering heart, was mine, and the thought made my soul sing. “Boyfriend, huh?” I said, teasing, ruffling her curls. “You’re pretty smart, aren’t you?”

“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

Wendy smiled and said, “It has been a long time indeed. I heard that you’re an administrator in a rather impressive company, right?” Queenie forced a smile. “I’ve already quit my job.” Wendy asked in astonishment, “Why did you quit your job out of nowhere?” Queenie did not feel like elaborating further, so Wendy shifted her attention to Kayson. “Who’s this?” Queenie said, “This is my boyfriend, Kayson Yarde.” “Ah!” Wendy sized up Kayson but did not seem too interested because she could tell at one glance that Kayson was not a rich kid. Even though Kayson was wearing a suit, it was not of a luxury brand.

Loverboy # 4: "I'm - I'm - I'm… I'd rather not say." Host: "What would you prefer, sex or chocolate?" Loverboy # 1: "Sex, of course!" Loverboy # 2: "Sex." Loverboy # 3: "Sex." Loverboy # 4: "Chocolate." Host: "Are you naughty or nice?" Loverboy # 1: "Naughty." Loverboy # 2: "I'm nice." Loverboy # 3: "I'm not sure what to say here, but I can be stern and nice depending on who I talk to."

W-What? "He's my boyfriend now, Liam. I'm sorry I didn't tell you." "B-But, I thought-- "That's what I also thought. But then he told me he loves me too. He was just confused at first, but he loves me too. I'm happy with him, Liam. I'm sorry for doing this to you. You are really important to me. You are always there to make me laugh whenever I feel sad. You really are my best friend... Thank you for always being there for me..."

His face really had no clue of what I was thinking about. “Well, I made these friends, one of which turned out to be a dick, one who is a werewolf but I haven’t seen yet, and two who have no clue about any of this world, one of whom is probably still in love with me,” I rolled my eyes, “and I disappear for two weeks with a man I barely knew, and come home with these marks. How am I supposed to explain the dynamics at play with my three boyfriends, who are also brothers, cause that’s not extreme or anything.”