Novel & Cerita Boyfriends Webtoon Extra Chapters

I know what you’re thinking. I’ve been there. This is a teen romance novel, yes. But this isn’t the story about how my boyfriend and I overcame the trials and tribulations of high school to have our happily ever after. I don’t battle for prom queen with the popular girl. My boyfriend doesn’t have me hired by his dad to date him and raise his social status. I don’t move from a new town and star in a spring musical with him. No, there’s none of that. This is the story about how I met my boyfriend’s girlfriend.

Over time, my secret crush on Marty slowly twisted under layers of restraint and endurance. From simply wanting him to acknowledge me as the older one, to now—wanting him to kneel at my feet and call me "Master." … On the last day of military training, a fox beast-man from our year suddenly awakened as an incubus. The entire crowd erupted. My best friend poked my arm and pointed at a boy in the distance who was shyly trying to hide his tail.

one reporter asked. "Yes." "Is it serious?" "Very." "Are you planning to get married?" "That's none of your business." The next day, the headline read: "HOCKEY STAR COLE ASHFORD PLANNING TO MARRY MYSTERY BOYFRIEND." Jay laughed when he saw it. "Mystery boyfriend? I'm not a mystery. I'm just a barista." "You're not just a barista. You're an artist." "An artist who works at a coffee shop."

I did not plan to fall in love before I turned 18, I planned to survive senior year. Lincoln High measured people by two things, college acceptance letters and couple posts, and if you lacked one, you needed the other. The hallways filled with paired hoodies and prom proposals, while my whiteboard filled with one line that stared back at me every morning. BOYFRIEND BEFORE 18, written in thick black marker by my own hand. I told Liv it was a joke, but the marker still sat on my desk.

Tears filled my eyes as I poured out my words, as if I was truly outraged over how Xavier's once-cherished heart had been trampled. Xavier's frown eased as he glanced down at me, and he lightly patted the back of my hand. Meanwhile, Amanda looked as if she'd just heard the funniest joke in the world. "Claire, is that really the boyfriend you keep bragging about? You haven't changed a bit, still picking up the scraps I leave behind. Xavier, did you go for Claire because you couldn't have me?" She gave us a mocking glance. "Trash and a blind man—what a perfect pair."

Only a few machines, powered by their internal batteries, flickered faintly. In the dark, Katie screamed, "Ah! What happened?" "The power's out!" came the nurse's voice. "Ashton! Are you crazy?" Jason's voice was filled with panic and anger. I lay on the ground, gasping for air. The tape over my mouth had loosened from my sweat. I tore it off. Feeling the warm liquid drip from my forehead, I smiled. In the dark, my smile must've looked savage. Crazy? Yes, I was crazy.

I'd just pulled away in the middle of making out with him. It wasn't that I didn't want to keep kissing him. God knew I loved kissing Nate and those soft lips of his. But right in the middle of it, strange words had suddenly appeared before my eyes, drifting through the air like comments scrolling across a screen. Every single comment said the same thing—that Nate, my boyfriend of three years and family friend of more than twenty, had never really wanted me. Soon, he'd meet the woman he was truly meant to be with and dump me without a second glance.

I suck at this type of scenes. HI YO PEEPS! oh my gosh, the last chapter would be at the next one! 😢😭😭 Thank you so much for the support! Really! Guys, please, support Riley and Jay's book too 😊 ONE CHAPTER LEFT AND THEN THE EPILOGUE AND THEN... THE BOOK! 2 Books, actually. The "Withers" and "The Bad Boy Inside The _____ Suit" (secret 😊)

His world collapsed and restarted in the span of a heartbeat. *** How was the chapter guys? Who do you think the baby boy is? So many twists are coming one by one. Love you all. xoxo

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.