Build A Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Ezekiel, maintaining his composure, reached out and shook it firmly. "So, you’re Kathrine’s boyfriend?" Dad said with a hint of curiosity, though his tone carried an undertone of something sharper. I arched my brows, surprised and uneasy at Dad’s choice of words. He shouldn’t have phrased it like that. Ezekiel, unbothered, replied calmly, "I’m Ezekiel. That’s my identity—not just being Kathrine’s boyfriend." The two men exchanged calm looks, but the tension between them was unmistakable, like the air had grown thicker with unspoken challenges.

She'd been talking about him nonstop for months now and I knew she was very much in love with him. God, I couldn't believe this. On one hand, I could tell her that her boyfriend was a douchebag and that we'd had sex but that would break her heart and it would be my fault on the the other hand it I decided not to say anything, I'd be letting a douchebag like Collen have his way with my best friend. I ran my hands through my wavy blonde hair and groaned in frustration as I stared at my reflection above the vanity. My eyes were puffy with all of the crying I did last night and my hair was a complete mess.

The moment we returned to Jonah's place and the door closed, he pinned me against it and kissed me deeply. I tried to push him away, but he firmly held my hands in place. It wasn't until I was almost out of breath that he finally pulled back and gently held me. "Don't push me away. I'm your boyfriend. Even if you have lost your memory for now, we'll get close again, little by little." I looked up at him, stunned. I came from a pretty average background, worlds apart from these trust fund babies. Jonah used to seem like he couldn't stand me, so I did my best to stay out of his way.

"I, Ferdinand Alexander 'Sandro' Alfonzo Mercado do solemnly swear to you that I will diligently execute the position of a boyfriend, and will, to the best of my ability, uphold my love, and support every little thing you does neglecting your crazy but cute attitude and to live each day with you with all my heart. Will you be my girl?" There she stood like a doll, she remained still and did not even try to react to my confession. Am I not good enough to be her boyfriend? Everyone says that I am the nation's choice. How can she not choose me?!

he says with a serious tone "Oh uhm okay" Damn okay talk about letting a girl down. We walked for about 10 minutes and we finally arrived getting into the building I was relieved cause there was an elevator. We walk into the elevator and he presses number 5 the elevator starts going up and out of nowhere he stops it "Do you have a boyfriend" he turns looking at me "No" "I don't believe that" "Do you really think I would fly across the world by myself and then chill with you whilst I have a man at home?" I say getting angry

It is something new and so fucking hard. I lift my gaze to hers and let her eyes bore into mine. “Can I be your boyfriend, Ava?” Her mouth drops open, shock painted all over her face and before she can even breathe, the words keep rushing out of me, unfiltered and messy and real. “I’d love to be the one you call yours. I don’t want to keep being with you without anything defined. I don’t want to keep wondering if one day you’ll wake up and decide you want someone else. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. And I’ve told you that a million times, but I’m saying it again.”

My eyes locked onto Jemima's, and I plastered a fake smile filled with resentment onto my face. I said, "Jemima, it looks like we have the same ideal type. Fortunately, I've already found a boyfriend, and his name is Elijah Sanders." My voice grew colder as I continued, "Why don't I talk to Elijah about this later? If any of us happens to meet someone who fits your criteria, we can introduce him to you." This provocation successfully angered someone, but it wasn't Jemima. Like a protective mother hen, Hannah grabbed a box of chalk and hurled it at me.

“What does my boyfriend want to do tonight?” The word still sounded strange on her lips. Boyfriend. Mate made sense in the ancient, primal way our connection demanded. Partner carried the weight of equality and shared rule. But boyfriend? It sounded almost absurdly youthful, like something teenagers called each other while making questionable decisions under moonlight. Yet somehow, Katherine made it sound important. Sacred, even. A private declaration that belonged only to us. “I don’t know,” I answered honestly. Her eyes widened dramatically, as if I had suggested something truly outrageous. “You don’t know?”

"Carolyn, will you give me a chance, please? I didn't want to just be your uncle Carsen, I wanted to be your boyfriend." "I not only want to be your boyfriend, but I want to be your man, your support." "Don't like that scumbag anymore, he was never worth your affection. The person who truly likes you would never make you sad or shed tears." "I had no experience in dating, so I didn't know how to woo a girl, but I could learn." "If you couldn't accept me transitioning from your uncle Carsen to a boyfriend all at once, we can start by being ordinary friends first. Don't reject my closeness and give me a chance to show you the effort I'm willing to put in for you."

he added. He kissed my forehead gently and said in a soft but firm voice, "My territory, my power, my life, and everything I have belongs to you. Will you stand by my side and become my one and only Luna?" "I will," I answered firmly.