Fake Calling Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Suddenly Laura received a call from Jayden her boyfriend just after she had her supper. When she picked it up, it was not her boyfriend speaking but a lady. “Hello, Laura! Isn’t it a surprise to hear my voice from your so-called boyfriend’s phone? You must be wondering where I got the nerve to call you, right?!

She had been in too much of a rush this morning to pack her lunch like she normally does. When the screen lights up, she almost ignores the long list of notifications that have accumulated since this morning, but then something catches her eye—a few texts from an unknown number that isn’t in her contact list. He swipes up on the notification. +011-0901-0613 12:23PM hey, it’s your boyfriend. I changed numbers. Again +011-0901-0613 12:24PM your fake boyfriend Addison stares down at the messages in surprise.

But if they crush the phone. "Are you an idiot? If we crush it the caller will know something's not right and this is supposed to happen discretely and judging by the name of the caller "My love <3<3" it's his boyfriend. Alexander. You know how he is. He can't know something is wrong with Ash which he will if we break the phone or don't answer. We wanna do this under the radar and if you break the phone you really don't think that his first suspicion won't be us? So what's it gonna be Al?"

As he heads towards the washroom, the phone rings again, this time he is red with anger, " I told you I don't know -!" " Mr. I don't know what's your problem with your girlfriend! But you should be responsible enough to make sure she is protected. Her all friends have left her all alone. The only person who is receiving the call is you -!" " Listen!" He cuts off, " I don't know her. I don't -!" " Miss. Who is this man? He doesn't recognise you!" The bartender asks, making Danny furious. " My boyfriend!" Tiara giggles... " My Imaginary boyfriend!"

I had almost, almost, completely lost myself in this moment but the sudden buzz of my phone cut through the air, and put a stop to whatever connection my delusion mind thought I had felt between me and Gabe. "I have a call." I whispered, releasing a shaky breath. I moved my gaze to the table, to check who was it that was calling me. I didn't mean to, but I found myself smiling when I saw the caller ID. "I Love Him" was boldly displayed on my phone screen and it made me smile. "My boyfriend is calling. He must want me back home." I let out, moving my head up to stare at Gabe. I didn't know why I had to say this but I felt it was the right thing to do.

“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.”

“Just helping my best friend and boyfriend’s sister.” The moment the word boyfriend leaves my lips, my stomach does this weird little flip. Great. Now even my brain’s joining the fake-dating act.

I offer. "No thanks," Daniel snarls. "Please?" I soften my tone. Seeing him again brought back old memories, and I remembered how I felt about him back then. How I still feel about him now... Daniel hesitates. "I should get back to my boyfriend." Ah, boyfriend again. Jealousy flickers inside me. Fuck that guy. Now I HAVE to get him alone. "Tell him you met your old friend, and you must catch up. Tell him you will call him tomorrow," I said.

KATE ROSE One night, my cell phone rang while I was preparing for our dinner, so I decided to stop. I picked up my cell phone immediately and answered the call of my fake boyfriend. "Hey! Why are you calling me tonight?" I asked him. It takes a minute before he answered my question. His voice was hoarse. "Are you okay?" I added. He sighed heavily. "Do you think I'm okay?" "What do you mean?" I asked, dryly. Minutes had passed before he speaks to me. "Can we talk tonight?" he asked me. I felt there's something wrong with him tonight. Is he having a problem? Well, I don't know.

And there it was again, laughter. “I’ll text it to you. But prepare yourself, he’s going to be so annoyed.” A pause. Then, “I’m absolutely going to watch this.” The call ended. A few seconds later, his contact came through. A few seconds later, his number appeared on my screen. I stared at it. This was insane. I had three days to convince a complete stranger to pretend to be my boyfriend. I took a deep breath and pressed call. The phone rang once. Twice. I squeezed my eyes shut. Because somewhere between the festival kiss, the lie, and my mother's visit, everything had come down to this one phone call.