Boyslove Me Novels & Stories

With a deep breath, I summoned the courage to respond, my voice laced with a mixture of excitement and loyalty. "It's my boyfriend," I said, my voice carrying a hint of affectionate pride. "He's coming to pick me up." The words slipped from my lips, both a declaration of love and a reminder of the unbreakable bond that tied Levi and me together. I mustered a grateful smile, grateful for the company he had provided during this unexpected encounter. "Thank you for your company, Tyrel," I said, my voice carrying a warm sincerity. "I appreciate your understanding. Perhaps one day, you'll have the chance to meet Levi, my boyfriend." I extended the invitation, hoping to bridge the gap between the

A friend of mine sent me an Instagram video. I clicked on it and watched as a couple playfully doted on each other. The guy fed the girl a strawberry with his mouth, then embraced her lovingly. I was about to exit the video out of boredom when the guy turned his head, and I froze. He looked just like my boyfriend, Julian Lawrence. Julian had been dabbling in social media ever since he graduated, though he was far from famous. His content mostly consisted of selfies, and I'd never seen him post any videos.

I returned his smile with mine, letting myself revel the bond between us. It was beautiful, a feeling of belonging to one and one alone, a feeling of belonging to him. "Mine." He whispered soft and husky, eyes dancing on my face as if taking me in, imprinting me permanently into his mind. "Mine." I whispered back, soft yet carrying all the possessiveness within. Roman Blackwood was mine now. Tears filled my eyes but he didn't let it fall, he wiped them away from my lashes. "Don't." He said huskily, his breath hot against my face.

A nostalgic smile fills my heart. I'm going to miss this a lot; you all are my wolf boys. No matter where you are, you are mine, okay? Be as mine as I am yours. I am your partner, your alley, your ACE OF HEARTS in perfection. Don't look for me, don't take risks for me, and don't stop your lives for me. You all are the best thing I've ever had in my life. Don't forget to give Horus a kiss from me and tell him I love him so much too.

"Why's the ...why's the writeup can I be your lover? and.. I mean I love it it's beautiful, it's just that... usually it's can I be your boyfriend or whatever?", I stuttered. He chuckled and held my hand and stroked it softly. "Charlie... boyfriend sounds like we're kids, I'm hitting 30, I don't think I need a boyfriend, I need you as my lover, my partner, I really do". Mind you, I'm still confused and trying to wrap my hands around all of this, cuz I can't believe it, I'm thinking it's some kind of prank honestly

“Yes?” “Don’t be late again.” I swallowed hard and nodded. “I won’t.” She left, and I let out a deep breath before making my way to the living room. A small boy, no older than five, sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV. He had dark, curly hair and was completely engrossed in an episode of Paw Patrol. “Hey, Liam,” I greeted him, dropping my bag on the couch. He barely glanced at me. “Hi.”

Now, my current boyfriend was actually going to sell me to this newly risen Godfather who hated me with a passion. Fate really loved to pick on the ones who had the worst luck.

And now he's at my feet, begging. "Who the fuck sent you?" I ask, running my fingers over the engraving of the gun. It was a gift from Leander when I turned eighteen. It's this beautiful rose gold gun with roses etched into the sides. One of a kind. Never another like it. Just like me. "I don't know!" he cries out in agony.

You should ignore it and go to bed. But you don't. You stare at the message longer than you mean to. Type. Delete. Type again. Pretend you're annoyed, but your heart's already racing like it knows something your brain hasn't caught up to yet. And slowly, you become a moth to a flame that looks like comfort. Sounds like late-night phone calls that stretch into sunrise. It feels like someone is finally seeing you and speaking to the parts of you no one else ever bothered to reach. He wasn't just a boy....he was an eclipse.

“I’m serious. I think the universe sent you here to meet me, so I could experience true love and know what it feels like to be seen. To be loved by a hot American, to have a handsome boyfriend.” “A boyfriend?” I nod. “Yeah. You’re my boyfriend.” “Who says I’m your boyfriend?”