Boyfriends Webtoon Fanart Novels & Stories

Chloe It's been four weeks and it's official, Nathan and I are boyfriend and girlfriend. The first time he called me his girlfriend was when he was in my house and he was drawing me. He's a really good artist, I end up being awestruck by his work. Having an artist for a boyfriend is romantic. He told me he had been doing this since he was a kid and just like me his parents are supportive, it was that kind of support that made him want to do more, just like me but unlike me, a lot of people love his artwork.

"If you tell me about that four o'clock thing again I'm gonna lose my shit. That's a human being, that's a manmade device that keeps track of time. This kid has to go to bed hungry because that says so?" She thought it over and came to the right conclusion, which was good for her and all concerned because I was seriously contemplating going back there and doing the shit myself. "I'll get him his Mac and cheese even if I have to do it myself. It might take a minute..." "We'll wait." Andrew was busy painting away, I guess he thought he was Picasso or some shit. He was handing out drawings to all the women the little shit, and flirting with my wife.

he said, gazing at me with deep affection and gratitude. I remembered that distant moment about a crying little boy, a burning car, and my desperate will to save him. "So, you were that boy. No wonder you felt so familiar the first time I saw you," I whispered, tears filling my eyes. The voice of the High Priest rose above us as he announced, "In the sacred presence of the Moon Goddess, Alpha Adrian and Luna Lyrik are now bound as eternal mates!" Amid the cheers and blessings of the crowd, we sealed our union with the most important kiss of our destiny.

With a faint smile, Coco answered, "My boyfriend." Excited chatter erupted among the girls in the comic club. One of them exclaimed, "Wow, Coco has a boyfriend! Can't wait to meet him!" The boys remained relatively calm, showing no excessive curiosity on their faces. Observing these students, Coco couldn't help but reminisce about her own high school days. She lowered her head and continued drawing. It didn't take long for her to complete a rough sketch. The picture depicted a boy playing the flute under the moonlight, while a pure and gentle girl sat on a tree branch. The scene evoked a sense of beauty and warmth.

" I wanna be your boyfriend for longer than you imagine, being your boyfriend for a day is just torture." " Do you mean that?" " Certainly, I'm hoping for the rest of our lives - three years for dating and then we get married and have cute little me and you's everywhere!" He said and I laughed as I pulled him for an embrace. " I love you Victorya and yes, I wanna be your boyfriend for LONGER than you can imagine." " And if Imagine four hundred years?" " You got it, babe," he said before he lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist as he pulled me in for a maddening make-out session.

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."

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.

A man who has never been seen by any media, until everyone considers him a mysterious man. Rumors circulated that Rhysand was a handsome man with all the perfections of a god. However, Jordan said that he was an obnoxious old man. Of course I believed in Jordan who was my boyfriend more than rumors, and he just so happened to have the same last name as Rhysand's. So if there were women—like Cindy, for example—who admired and adore him like Rhysand's devotte, I couldn't help but laugh inwardly, imagining what they would do if they met Rhysand which was far from the rumors they had heard.

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.

Why did it feel like I was the one who’d been caught? I hadn’t done anything wrong. If anyone was at fault, it was Nate. He’d ignored me—his girlfriend—and driven some other girl home. Shawn noticed Nate too. “That man looks like he might murder me… is he your boyfriend?” Before I could speak, Nate answered for me. “Yes, I’m her boyfriend, Nate Hart. And you are…?” He extended his hand politely toward Shawn—but his face said anything but polite. Shawn froze for a beat, then a mischievous grin spread across his face.