Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios Novels & Stories

Celeste moved closer to me and whispered, “Did you know? If you hadn’t shown up, I would’ve gotten engaged to Elliot ages ago! You ruined everything!” “Are you done?” I said blandly. “If you’re done, please let me leave.” Celeste was so infuriated by my response that her body trembled all over. She suddenly pulled out a knife from her bag. It glinted under the light in the room. At that moment, my heart clenched with fear. “What are you doing?” “What am I doing?” Celeste chuckled as mania shone in her eyes. “I want to show Elliot the lengths you’ve forced me to! I want him to know that your existence causes me no end in grief!”

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

Honestly, he was the silence promoter who was catalysing our relation without making his presence known. "But it's not time to think that you see I am impatient," he said as he pressed his lips on mine. I couldn't help but smile under his kisses. I wouldn't say, my man was a gentleman. He was devil, he was monster, he was cruel but love changes everything. He was my boyfriend. A beautiful beast who cannot be resisted. My boyfriend was a beautiful beast and now he is my husband. A beautiful beast husband and I love calling him that. My boyfriend is a beautiful beast... I mean my husband is the beautiful beast.

TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT "I don't want to push you," Clayton urged gently, his voice filled with compassion, "but did you know him?" His words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. Camden took a deep breath, gathering her strength to share another painful piece of her past. "I did," she replied, her voice tinged with bitterness. "He was my boyfriend." She let out a bitter laugh, filled with self-deprecation. "I thought I was in love. I thought he was so sweet and so hot, and I was just a stupid 16-year-old girl." Tears welled up in Camden's eyes once again, but they flowed silently, her pain etched across her face. "He told me he wanted to show me something and led me into the for

To remove blame from myself, I had always accused him of controlling my mind, but in reality, the intense kiss and everything else that followed was a conscious choice. To summarize it in simple words, I would say that an incubus’s sensuality is irresistible. How can one not give in when you’re starving and the most flavorful, visually appealing, and aromatic snack is right before you? It was all in the past, as currently, I was being challenged with a new undesirable reality. What would you do if your sexy boyfriend turned into the beast of your nightmares and killed your friends? The correct answer would be to hit him in the face and get the hell out of there because that’s what I did.

"I won't. Don't worry. I am not interested in 'only' two friends of yours, Paige. I want three. If you want to give me your friends, then make them three. That's my minimum to satisfy me." "Eww… I know what you are implying, but no! And don't ever include my friends with your antics, Kuya Trace! You're so disgusting! What I saw yesterday is still freaking me out, and you let me see it!" "Lev had let you see it! Correction! Stop blaming me," I felt sleepy, but I am not done eating. And damn hangover for making me want to go back to bed, although I just woke up. "You are not allowing me to have a boyfriend, but you are having sex with your three girlfriends!"

I heard them the moment I stepped into the house. They were loud. I stood in the doorway, closed my eyes, listened, and tried to guess the girl. It had become a little game of mine. A girl has to entertain herself somehow. The moan that floated down the stairs was high pitched and dramatic, with that particular performance quality. It was too easy. "Yep. That's definitely Daisy." My boyfriend was upstairs. With Daisy. Again.

I whispered, stumbling a step back. This was Sebastian, my boyfriend. The man in the wheelchair across the room, with his leg strapped in a cast. Just two weeks ago, in some twisted effort to impress his visiting twin brother, he’d pushed himself too hard at the gym and ended up breaking his leg. “You’re always waiting for the right moment to reveal who you really are,” he added sharply, each word a blade.

the granny asked Daylen beating him to asking the very same question. "I have no idea," he replied remembering the glint in Syvan's eyes when he held the boy. He felt that something was amiss. "What are you doing here child?" the granny asked him. "Him," Syvan replied pointing at Daylen . "I'm not leaving my boyfriend here alone. So I came to show my support for whatever she is doing here," he said so sweetly like a caring boyfriend. "Boyfriend?" the granny asked Daylen . "The best killing machine the bureau of supernatural creatures has ever created is dating a high schoolboy. Not to mention the age difference," the granny added.

I felt a chill down my spine as I clutched the phone, and then I saw Jenna Wilczek’s latest post. [Having a childhood sweetheart is the best! One call, and he came right over. Thanks, Zach, for helping me pick out decorations for the engagement party. Your taste is amazing!] Attached was a photo. Jenna was holding my boyfriend’s arm with a beaming smile. I felt like an invisible hand had closed around my heart and squeezed it so tightly I could barely breathe. My body was still wrecked from the meds and electric shocks. I was exhausted. I did not go looking for him. Instead, I went back to the tiny rental apartment where he and I had once spent countless days together.