Creepypasta Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Karsyn a while ago. "H-He is a f-friend of mine," "A friend? Is there a friend who would fuck you on the ass, Keatton? Is he your lover or your boyfriend? Tell me," he said. "I-I was forced to be his lover‐-" he cut me off. "In what way you're forced by him? Isn't it agreed by both parties? Was it just he who loved you?" I bobbed my head. "Jacob was my... pu-puppy love. Never knew that his feelings would grow deeper and deeper as we age. And that's it. He said to me that he will be my boyfriend and that if I would not agree. He would kill himself,"

"No." "Then they were blind." He lowered his mouth to my neck. Bit down. Not hard. Just enough to make me gasp. "I want to leave marks on you," he said. "Everywhere. So everyone knows." "My boyfriend is your son." "I know." "This is insane." "I know." "We should stop." "I know." He did not stop. Neither did I. --- His hands slid down to the waistband of my jeans. Fumbled with the button. Impatient. Desperate.

With each step, the sounds grew louder. There was a woman’s breathy cries and a man’s low grunts. Dreading what I’d find but unable to stop, I nudged the living room door open a crack. In the thin slice of streetlight through the curtains, I saw them. My boyfriend was on the couch, shirtless and moving over a nearly naked woman beneath him. It was the woman he’d introduced to me as his cousin. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, skirt pushed up, and they were rocking together. His face was buried in her neck as she whimpered softly. His pace quickened, the couch squeaking under them. I could hear the wet slap of skin on skin each time he drove into her.

Spaghetti filled her mouth when she shouted, it came off as a loud platter. Your friend has been waiting, Zipporah recalled her mother’s words. She knew all her friends, the bare minimum of them, and he was definitely not one of them. He’s so handsome and sweet. Her mother was right, he was handsome and sweet, but not in the way her mother meant. He shrugged his broad shoulders in a white v-neck T-shirt,“I’m Adam, your boyfriend.” She swallowed her last fork of pasta and eyed him. Then crushed her face, thrown off by his last statement, “did you say boyfriend?!”

"I admit, I was smitten by the lost little bunny who bumped into me and I just couldn't let him go." I should be creeped out, but I am not. "I do not agree with his method, but I'm glad he did because you're now with us. Our boyfriend." My stomach flipped and I resisted the urge to grin like a fool. 'Boyfriend', he said. It sounded so good coming from him. Am I not dreaming? Do I really have two adonis as my boyfriend? "Tell us about your past relationship, tesoro." Zacarias said and I raised an eyebrow. Most boyfriends don't like hearing about their partner's past. "We want to know our boundaries. The last thing we want is to hurt you, Adam."

The kiss was long and full of feelings. Leo found it was different to all their previous kisses. It felt more earnest somehow. Things were different for them now. The truth had been revealed. His boyfriend wasn’t human, he was like the Grim Reaper and he was finally seeing his true form. They parted for breath and Leo gave his boyfriend a long look. There were a lot of things to think about now. “You can’t appear here as a human for now,” he announced. “My best friend understandably thinks you’re a stalker. He will call campus security if he sees you around there. If he sees you outside campus, he will probably call the police.”

"What the fuck is going on? Is this some fucking Halloween show?" He took another step forward and I took one backwards. He cursed under his breath "I'm not going to hurt you Lucy... I've known you for so long... Have I never given you a reason to fear me?" Well... The day you almost broke my wrist. Okay I'm just being a plain bitch but you can't blame me. My boyfriend just told me that he is a vampire and even though he's showing me his fang, I'm finding it difficult to believe him.

"But only if you promise to take it out." He considered this for a moment, then nodded. "Fine." I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "My first boyfriend... he was very freaky." The words felt foreign on my tongue, a confession I had never made to anyone. "This... this is nothing compared to the days he made me spend with toys inside me. Sometimes for days at a time. In public, at home, everywhere. He enjoyed watching me struggle, and enjoyed the control it gave him."

"You materialistic woman, who gave you permission to buy a milkshake? There's free plain water to drink, yet you insist on getting a milkshake? What a waste of money!" Leah Doherty was the mother of my boyfriend, Jonathan Jenson. Upon seeing the milkshake in my hand, she was absolutely furious with me and went off the rails. I was utterly dumbfounded at her sudden outburst. What did I do? It was just a milkshake. Besides, I had been working the entire day and was exhausted. Was there any issue with me rewarding myself with a delicious beverage?

Sophie arrived at noon with a boy who looked exactly like Aiden. Same dark hair. Same sharp features. Same unsettling intensity in his eyes. Adrian was ten years old and already looked like he could see through people. "Thank you for agreeing to meet us," Sophie said at my door. I hadn't agreed. She'd just shown up. "This is Adrian," she continued when I didn't respond. "Adrian, this is Lilith. Your father's... widow." The boy studied me with eyes too old for his face. "You married my dad and then you married his dad. That's weird."