Boyfriends Webcomic Novels & Stories

Gabby’s POV I looked up, already exasperated, and waved both hands like I could physically erase the implication hanging in the air. “Guys…. It’s not like that. It’s not what you think.” Stacy’s boyfriend slapped his thigh hard enough to make the nearest person jump as he laughed out loud. “I knew it. There was no way you two could’ve been best friends since childhood without getting at least a little freaky at some point.” Stacy smacked his chest without even looking at him. “Read the room, moron.”

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.

Hello there my story readers, here we go with another mind blowing story. Happy reading... -Wanted Fake Boyfriend for Christmas: Single male. Age 25-29. Must have a steady career/job. Not a creep or pervert. Okay with spending Christmas away from family. Needed only for a week. Will pay 2,000 dollars. Email: aubreylynn @g***l .com "Aubrey please tell me you didn't." Leah Davis stared down at the newspaper in front of her.

"My sister is too important to me. I want her to be with me all the time." Mary Kinson frowned and smiled awkwardly, "we can always be brother and sister. I also think it's good to have a brother." "No," the boy suddenly became serious. "Not as a sister. I mean to be my girlfriend." Mary Kinson was completely stunned. She grabbed her bag subconsciously, lowered her eyes and blinked in panic. "I... I have a boyfriend." The boy smiled generously and said indifferently, "I know. You wrote in the letter that you just had a boyfriend, right?"

The boy’s face goes pink, but he shakes his head, "Then just leave her the fuck alone, man.” "No. Look, Bobbie is pretty and super cool, but I don't want a girlfriend. At all. I’ve seen my brothers have girlfriends and I don’t like what that entails, it looks like no fun. I just want Bobbie to stay in my life," he states, stronger than anything I've heard from him before, "I want to play Super Smash Bros with her and tell her about what happens in my day and have fun in school and then go out with her. I don't like Avery. Or her. I don't like anyone, okay? Because… aren’t we too young for that? I literally don’t want to think about those things yet.”

At first, it was only meant as a small prank. I had tilted my head and asked who he was in the most foolish tone imaginable. I never expected him to say he was my boyfriend. The moment those words left his mouth, my heart began to race, followed by an overwhelming rush of joy. I immediately abandoned the idea of pranking him. Instead, I pretended to believe him and obediently went home with him. I didn't know why Jason had claimed to be my boyfriend that day, nor why he spent that summer acting like the perfect partner, staying by my side through everything I loved.

"I love you." Hearing him say that once again filled her with happiness. Smiling, Shandra says: "I love you too." "And just for the record, it's official now. We'll be together." The girl blinks, wondering if she could understand what the demon meant. "So we are...?" He replies with an air of amusement: "Boyfriends." The girl lets out a joyous laugh, showing all her contentment. "Really?!" "But of course, my love." Then he kisses her, deeply and with all his passion and ardor.

The comments flooded the screen. [Make her return the money. She has to!] [Not one cent less.] [We’ve got your back. Sue her for marriage fraud.] I turned off my phone. My hands were shaking. The hallway was very quiet. My mother was still asleep. My father was in his hospital room. I did not know whether he was awake or asleep. I leaned against the wall as I cried silently. After a while, my phone vibrated again. It was a text from Peter. [Have you made up your mind yet? When are you giving the money back?]

“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.

I opened my wallet and took out all the cash inside. A total of 273 dollars. I handed it over to the manager. "Keep the change." The moment she saw the money, she pushed the boy toward me like he was a hot potato. And just like that, I "bought" myself a boyfriend. Yes, I bought Ben Kent and took him home so he could be my boyfriend. I guess his name was chosen because it was simple, something people could easily make up. Why did I go out and get a mentally-challenged guy as my boyfriend?