Novel & Cerita Boyfriends Webcomic

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?”

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A grin stretched across his face as he jogged backward, hands on his hips, looking entirely too smug. I sighed dramatically and lifted my sketchpad, revealing the horribly exaggerated drawing I had just made of him—a stick figure with a ridiculously oversized head and tiny arms. His grin widened. He lifted his hands to his chest and mouthed, I’m hurt. I bit back a laugh. He was insufferable. And I loved him for it. “Your boyfriend is such a flirt,” my best friend Riley muttered beside me, flipping through a magazine. “It’s disgusting, really.” I snorted. “He’s only flirting with me, so I think I’ll allow it.”

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."

But I can’t resist the urge to drop just the smallest breadcrumb for my only friend, so with only the tiniest whisper of doubt in my mind, I lean forward with a conspiratorial smile. “I can’t really say anything about it,” I whisper, “but yeah, there is…someone.” “Oh!” she gasps, fluttering her hands in front of her neck. “No way. You have a secret boyfriend?” I inhale sharply, unsure what to say, my momentary happiness at revealing something swept away. A boyfriend? That can’t be what Xavier is, nothing about that sounds right. And yet…isn’t he? Isn’t that what boyfriends and girlfriends do? Fool around? Fall in love?

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.”