Creepypasta Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I haven't finish my greetings when she suddenlt yelled like she saw a flging cockroach. "Why didn't you tell me that you already have a boyfriend. A hot boyfriend! You're so unfair!" "Boyfriend? What are you talking about?I dont have a boyfriend. My only boyfriend is the fictional character Zeke Alejandro." "That's the thing, his name is Zeke Alejandro and he's looking for you here at the sea shore." I almost dropped myself onto my seat upon hearing my crazy besrfriend. Zeke is here. "What?...okay... Amira, he said he missed you and you owe him an explanation." I quickly run towards the seashore, nonstop.

“Thanks.” He grins. “Anytime man.” I start to walk away, when he doubles back. “Hey,” he arches a brow in a way I completely don’t understand. “You think she has a friend that’s hot too? I wouldn’t mind getting set up. A blind date, or something like that.” I smile thinly. “I’ll ask.” He hits me hard on the shoulder, jostling me forward. “That’s why you’re the man. Gotta check on my patient to make sure her boyfriend hasn’t snuck a greasy burger into her room. It’ll totally screw up my day.”

“Back before you were born and before I met Edward Crayon, I used to have a boyfriend. He was a gangster and a higher killer. I used to love him so much that I looked past his career and loved him with every being in me. He took my virginity and professed love on love for me and I believed all of it. Then, I learned that he was hired to kill my father. I wanted to go to his house to stop him but before I could take a step out of my father’s house, he came and killed my father right in front of him. Edward Crayon was my father’s friend’s son and before my boyfriend, John could escape, Edward shot him dead. It wasn’t until the next week that I found out that I was two weeks pregnant.”

He hadn’t mentioned his father at all earlier, so why ask now? William caught the flicker of wariness in the boy’s eyes and chuckled softly. “Relax. I’m not a bad guy. I’m Auntie Alyssa’s boyfriend.” “Boy...friend?” Buddy tilted his little head, repeating the word quietly as if testing it. “Yeah,” William said with a grin. “I live here too.” He reached out, wanting to pinch those soft cheeks. But Buddy darted away like a startled kitten, calling out as he ran. “Mommy! Auntie Alyssa’s boyfriend is here!”

"Dylan, you really need to leave. My boyfriend is very possessive and should he come and meet you here, I don't think things would turn out good for you." He looked at me critically with his drunk eyes. "You want to know what I think, Bree? One, I think that boyfriend of yours is the most stupid man ever. I mean, who leaves his girlfriend to get up and go out to check who's at the door all by themselves? Two, if you're implying that your boyfriend will hit a drunk man, then he must be an even bigger jerk, and three, if he should have allowed you out of his sight to come open the door in this outfit," His eyes gratefully swept from my messy bun to my pebbled nipples in my shirt, and then fina

“Give me your number.” He sent Edgar a dozen images of Milli and Charlie. “Don’t call me, don’t contact me, nothing. My dad may be a cop, but my boyfriend grew up in the mafia. We will kill you, cut you into tiny pieces, and bury you in the desert.” Then he walked away toward the church sanctuary.

"She said that you're her boyfriend, and you'd definitely go and rescue her." I laughed. "Boyfriend?" I repeated the word. "Captain Rochester, do you know how I was kicked out of the group by this girlfriend of mine?" Iris was silent for a moment. "The scout team brought back some rumors about that group of yours." "Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "What kind of rumors?" "The rumor goes that after the vice-captain got infected, the captain gave the antidote to another team member in order to remain impartial," Iris said, her tone calm.

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."

“You don’t like me, do you?” Shantal looks up from making lunch, frowning. “What? Of course, I like you. You wouldn’t live here with me if I didn’t like you.” “No, that’s…that’s not…I’m not your boyfriend.” “Well, no—“ “But I’m…I’m supposed to be your boyfriend, right? That’s why I was made, to be someone’s boyfriend and since you bought me—“ Shantal turns on the rice cooker and steps away from the stove, fidgeting with his hands. “This…it’s not that there’s anything wrong with you, Alex, I just, I don’t see you like that.”

He continues to stand there, silent and still like a statue. I glance up at him, wiping my smudged fingers on my cloak. “What?” I growl, sniffling again, feeling utterly pathetic. “Why are you crying?” I sigh, then laugh bitterly. “Because I just found my boyfriend, one of your brethren, fucking someone in your creepy, underground lair.” More tears spill over my lashes, further smudging my makeup. It was a waterproof mascara night, for sure. “And now–” I laugh, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Now I’m asking a total stranger to fuck me just to feel something other than how I feel right now.”