Boyfriends Webtoon Fanart Novels & Stories

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

The pain of feeling guilty even when you aren’t, is a different kind of pain that no one could ever understand except you yourself and I was going through the same pain which was almost invisible but hurting me deep inside. “I need some champagne to celebrate this,” she demanded to me. I nodded my head as this was so much of happy moment for me and I was going to agree for whatever she would ask me today. And then, my phone beeped. It was him. ‘SO HOW DO YOU LIKE THE SURPRISE? DO YOU LOVE IT?’ So, it was him. It was all him. It was my boyfriend who did all of this. I couldn’t help but the long series of tears rolled down my eyes and I started to cry out as loudly as I can.

Let me guess, My Best Friend's Boyfriend? -Diddy.

Raphael yelled over his shoulder, "Didn't my mom ask you to start trying for a baby? You said no, didn't you? You don't want to give birth? Fine. Once Brie has the baby, we'll raise it for you. That kid'll be yours." What kind of joke is this? Me, raising Brie's child? "Screw off." I slammed the door behind them. Finally, peace. A few minutes later, Tom came back alone. He pressed a small box into my hand. I opened it. A pair of earrings lay inside. Tom plucked one up and leaned in close, brushing his fingers against my earlobe. "Don't move. Raphael was in the way earlier, so I couldn't give it to you." He fastened the earring and leaned back to take a good look, visibly pleased.

He’s purposely holding himself back for many reasons, a few of which disappear from his mind when Alex pulls him back, lips brushing over his forehead. Boyfriendbots are apparently really, really good at what they do, Shantal observes.

Kelsey's question interrupted her thoughts. "It's better this way, sex between us would complicate things ... I'm not gonna be his fuck buddy, I can't do that, I need a boyfriend ... that's what I need, and Preston is not that person, you know what I mean?" Kelsey nodded, "Yeah, I guess I can see it from your point of view to me sex is just fun if you can have fun with your best friend ... why not, you're young and inexperienced, the more experience you can get the better."

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?

The headline read: “The Tech Artist Drawing His Lost Love.” Below it were photos from the gallery show. My gallery show. The one I hadn’t agreed to. The one Jake had submitted my work to without telling me. And below the photos were comments. Hundreds of them. People calling my drawings beautiful. Heartbreaking. Haunting. “Who is she?” someone asked. “Someone he lost,” another replied. “I’ve never seen anything like this. It’s like I can feel his pain.” I set down my phone and stared at the wall.

"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.

I continue reading again. "Dear diary, today is the happiest day of my life. It's my wedding day with Alpha Bob. I am so in love with him, and I can't believe I'm finally becoming his mate. The ceremony was beautiful, surrounded by our pack and loved ones. As I stood there, exchanging vows with Bob, I felt a sense of belonging and purpose like never before. Together, we vowed to lead our pack with strength, compassion, and unwavering loyalty." I skim through the first few pages. She mostly wrote about how happy she is about her new life at the pack. I stop at the page where she started writing about her babies and start reading more.