Crazy Ex Boyfriends Novels & Stories

She took a slow step forward and slapped Mia across the face, the sharp sting echoing in the empty room. Mia hissed in pain, her cheek burning. “You psycho,” she spat. Fiona let out a mocking laugh. “You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you? Stealing what belongs to me? Living in his house? Thinking you won?” She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Mia’s ear. “Well, it’s my turn now.” Mia’s heart pounded as her mind raced. “What are you talking about?” A new voice cut through the air. “You really don’t know, do you?” Rolly sneered. She folded her arms, a smirk playing on her lips. “The man you’ve been living with… the man you think you have all to yourself? He’s my boyfriend.”

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

“The man you loved. He was killed?” “No.” “I don’t understand.” He leaned forward, looking genuinely baffled. “What confuses you?” “You are telling me lies.” “I’m not.” “You said you only shared sex with a male you love.” “That’s true.” “You don’t carry his scent. Where is he?” “I don’t know exactly where my ex-boyfriends are. I don’t talk to any of them anymore. It’s common to cease all communication when a relationship ends.” His gaze widened and he shot to his feet. “Boyfriends?”

"I hope so." "She's not going to be jealous, is she?" I asked. "No. We're friends, not girlfriends. She's engaged to a guy named Steve and they're that couple that's so over-the-top hot for each other that they make you want to slap them." "Like us?" "We're not like that," Daria objected. I just gave her a look. "Okay, you're like that. You're a sex maniac," she kidded. "I wasn't until I met you. You make me crazy."

After they left, someone who knew the situation whispered to him, "Hey, you should say less. That kid from the Xander family, it's said he had a relationship with a girl in high school, fooled around, and even got a girl pregnant. He only scored a little over 1000, not even enough for a regular undergraduate program." "Oh? That's why I noticed that Mr. Xander’s expression didn't look right. My bad, my bad. But how could that kid from their family be so foolish?"

Dear Diddy, Have you ever had a gut instinct? Like you know your instincts are right but like you ignore them because you don’t want to like believe them? Yeah! So I found out that my boyfriend was cheating on me with my best friend! Like how crazy is that?! I subtly accused them numerous times but like every single time I brought up my suspicions they waved them away. Now I found them together in that abandoned chemistry lab kissing and touching. Like they were slobbering all over each other like two foxes in heat. What do I do? I can’t avoid my best friend because we are in the same room and the same class, we are cousins for crying out loud. We’ve always done everything together! Neither

she asked when she saw Cindy looking dazed. Violet looked at her cousin, stunned to see Cindy's swollen eyes. "What happened? Why are you crying?" Cindy went to her seat and sat down on the chair. "Violet, I just met someone," Cindy said with a blank face. "Who?" Violet asked curiously. "Who did you meet?" "My old boyfriend," Cindy replied. "Your ex-boyfriend?" "Yes. I've seen him." Cindy said. "You mean Mike? He works here?" Violet asked another question.

And of course, she's not alone. Some guy, middle-aged and shirtless, is passed out next to her. He's snoring loud enough to rattle the coffee table, mouth wide open, chest rising and falling with each deep breath. His jeans are unbuttoned, belt half undone like he didn't quite make it to the finish line before passing out. I don't recognize him. I stopped keeping track. They're all the same. Randoms who roll in with alcohol, cheap cologne, and empty promises, then disappear before the week's out. Her boyfriends are like smoke. Fleeting, choking, and always leaving a mess behind.

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."

There wasn't a single bit of flab on me. Every man who passed me ended up with a noticeable bulge in his pants. Seeing the thirsty looks in their eyes only stoked my own insatiable cravings. For the longest time, no man had the guts to actually pursue me. It left my desire growing more intense by the day, almost like an addiction, leaving me restless and on edge. After graduation, I decided to head to Merrihaven to find Uncle Mike. He was a neighbor from back home who ran several upscale clubs in the city.