Creepypasta Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Chris asks Steph. “I think so. I don’t know,” Steph mumbles, blinking. “Who am I?” She gives him an incredulous look. “You’re Christopher Gregory Hayes. The guy that attracts girls like moths to a flame.” “You left out the most important part.” “What?” “I’m your boyfriend.” “Oh really? I seem to have forgotten. Pardon me,” Steph says sarcastically. “There you are,” Chris laughs, pulling her in for a cuddle. They stay like this in silence for a few minutes.

What changed in the last 10 hours? Three minutes passed before I got another reply. T: Aubrey F: Knox That's beside the point. Why a fake boyfriend? What is the ad exactly? I rolled my eyes at his reply but decided to ignore the comment. T: Knox F: Aubrey I need someone to pose as my fake boyfriend for my family over Christmas. Just one week and after that we part ways and I give you two grand for agreeing to it. After hitting send I leaned back in my couch, suddenly feeling nervous. What if he did change his mind and would do this for me? I wasn't even quite sure we'd even get along. We already snapped at each other earlier. What would happen if we spent a week together?

Three days after my boyfriend’s adopted sister died a tragic death, I clutched a so-called "hush money" check in my hand and became an accomplice in everyone’s eyes. My boyfriend once knelt in the pouring rain to beg me, and his sister's five-year-old daughter cried and begged me to testify, but I refused them both. Ten years later, when I was dying of cancer, my boyfriend Keal Simpson had become a billionaire. He founded a brain-computer interface tech company and developed a memory extraction device intended for the dead. If used on the living, it causes immense pain.

He smiled at what I had said. About having a boyfriend. We both knew I didn't care. “A boyfriend who can’t make you come,” he said. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He must’ve heard the conversation we were having earlier. He pushed his hips closer to mine. “A boyfriend that doesn’t excite you anymore.” he traced the inside of my thighs with his finger. “I bet your boyfriend doesn’t make you this wet anymore,” he murmured against my ear. I gently squeezed my legs as his fingers brushed against my clit. “You need a man, Claire, not a boy.”

I took a slow breath, choosing my words carefully. “He was my boyfriend. My first real boyfriend. We were together in high school. Then one day he just… disappeared. No explanation. His family wouldn’t tell me anything, and he never reached out. Today was the first time I’ve seen him in six years.” Dante nodded once, his thumb stroking the back of my hand in slow, deliberate circles. The gesture was soothing, but his eyes remained dark. “He’s the past then. He should remain there. And he better not cross any boundaries, or I will cripple him.”

"I saw him again last night. In my dreams. I could feel him. Smell him. Like he was... real. He did things to me with his hands, Deb. His mouth." Debby flung herself back against the seat. "I can't believe this. It's been a month since you've seen him. Maybe you should try and get in touch with him or something." Tasha giggled. "And how would I do that? All I know is his name might be Joseph." Robert began to cough when he heard the name. Debby leaned forward. "Robert, are you alright?" He nodded tightly. "Good. Cause if I end up dead bcause my cousin got horny over a man she met twice, I'm haunting the whole estate forever."

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.

I looked up at him, still unable to believe that he was this close to me after years of distance between us. Lucas eyes were slightly hazy from the alcohol, yet there was something in them that I couldn't quite understand. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing. "Lucas..." I called softly, unsure of what to say. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he simply looked at me as if he had been holding back so many things for so long. Then he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. I don't know if this is right. I don't know if what we're doing is okay, especially since he's my boyfriend's brother but one thing I'm sure of. I don't want him to

she asked. I grabbed her tightly. “Xavier! he’s the one I love.” “He’s different. He cares. He’s everything love can define.” “He’s Sebastian Whitmore’s son.” “Vanezza… I’m fucked up,” I said, hitting things around me. “Calm down,” she said, holding me. “How did you know all this? Talk to me.” “The mansion!” I cried, pointing toward the door. “The mansion!” I started crying again. “What mansion?” she asked.

With enthusiasm and eagerness to surprise my boyfriend at his place, I threw on a very skimpy skirt just the exact same one he likes so much, an easy shirt that wouldn't stand in our way if you know what I mean and a ridiculous amount of lipgloss to touch up my light makeup of mascara and a faint blush then headed over to his place just after picking up a medium sized cake. And, Guess who got surprised???? My heart stop beating when I pushed in through his door and my eyes met with his very shocked pair. I remained rooted to my spot but unfortunately for the cake, it had left my hand and fallen to the ground but that literally was the very least of my problems. Rowan was sweating and complet