Goth From Boyfriends Novels & Stories

Soon the douchebag walked in with another guy, who was all over him. “Who is that?” I asked Kathy. “His best friend”, she replied, a little distracted. “His best friend seems to have a crush on him,” I chuckled, sipping my beer. “They aren't gay, you are losing this bet,” Kathy rolled her eyes and walked off. I walked up to Caleb, seeing that his best friend had left him to have sex with a redhead. “You friend ditched you, again,” I chuckled and he turned around startled “I…I don’t care, he can hang out with whosoever he wants,”He replied, trying to avoid eye contact.

Shit! Echo! What are you imagining? You are nothing to him. If you were of some worth then he would have obviously met you before as well. But he didn’t. You mean nothing to him, but just his employee. But how can I get over him? How can I after all that happened? What were we? A kidnapper and a captive? The rivals? The sex partner where guy didn’t love the girl but just wanted that fucking virginity from her? Or just some flings? What are we?

Some students from other schools came and most of them were boys, a few came with their girlfriends. " Hi Tory" one girl said to me. She was wearing a pink and white strapless dress and black boots, her hair was as red as chilly. " Hi, umm... how'd you know -" " - Everyone at Sherwood high knows you" another said. She was a brunette and was plump. " Duh, Rexie is your boyfriend" the redhead said. " Right," I said, realizing that they were Rex's friends Kaya and Lara. They were the only ones who called him Rexie.

“Nothing.” “That's a lie. I know when something's wrong. You know, every day you're annoying, but when you have something on your mind, you become a raging dog instead.” I rolled my eyes. Typical Rhys. We'd been friends since I'd just gotten out of college. He'd been my tattoo artist back then until he decided to focus on the ‘family’ business. I stood under the shade, watching people move around, in and out of the water. Bodies rubbing up on each other. Women giving me the side-eye, but mine stayed on a certain ebony. I usually don't ask this, but—

He walked through a small passage way to meet his girlfriend and some other members of their elitist group. He often referred to them as ‘insufferable bastards’ but had no other choice than to associate with them for the sake of business. “What’s good man,” Gerald, his best friend stood up immediately after spotting him. Gerald Buford was his best friend. Their parents were very good friends and business partners. “The latest orphan,” Randall Walton called. He hadn’t been long since his father passed and they couldn’t show him even a little sympathy. Noah chuckled regardless, Randall wasn’t the best with emotions and had a very strange way of showing empathy.

She smiled. "I'm not the only one with a boyfriend. You guys have your daddies," she said softly, and we laughed. We held her by both arms and walked towards the cafeteria. We see Autumn, Blossom, and Summer with Gideon's friends and basketball teammates, Crimson, Azul, Jett, Silver, and Moss. The girls here at school are also attracted to them because of their appealing looks and charms. We wonder why they don't have any girlfriends yet. I guess they have a certain type of woman. Since the two became a couple, we have also become friends. "Oh? Why are you here? Didn't your coach call you?" I asked them.

I was a college student studying psychology in my third year so I only went out when I had to or to see my boyfriend who by the way I was seeing this evening. It was our fourth anniversary this year, we've been together since the graduation of senior year, I was so sure that it was going to be a really romantic evening. I texted my best friend who was studying law in Italy about my big night, from the beginning she never consented to my relationship but she was always so supportive, and when I told her about tonight all she said was to have fun but be careful. This is why I can't love her any less. My boyfriend, Hugo Fletcher was handsome, tall, had ripped muscles, dark brown curly hair, bro

The day we go to pick out our wedding rings, I show up half an hour late trying to save five dollars on the cab fare. By the time I arrive, my boyfriend Travis White and best friend Evelyn Moon have already picked out two rings. They're too busy talking and don't even notice me standing behind them. "This 20 thousand dollar ring is your birthday present. And this 800-dollar one is for Sadie." Evelyn playfully punches Travis's arm. "Stop it! You've already been pretending to be broke to test Sadie for three years. Isn't that enough? "If you dare treat my best friend badly after getting married, you'll have to answer to me!" Travis sighs. "I checked her bank balance last night. She's o

They got me going strong until now. Good girlfriend is supportive. They don’t cling. The newest mantra created by me. Mo will be so proud of my progress if she knew. But she didn’t, at least not yet. Gosh, I miss her so much. I miss the drama she brought with her companion. I miss my best friend. And I really miss my boyfriend. God, I’m pathetic. Yes, pathetically in love. So what? My phone beeps in my hand. Oh ... my ... God! ****

I opened my eyes, my gaze meeting his in that quiet embrace. His eyes flashed with worry, his hold firm, as though I'd disappear if he let go. Sparks bloomed where our fingers touched, racing down my spine and settling deep in my stomach, transforming into something I could only describe as butterflies. "Careful," he murmured, his voice rough, laced with concern that looked too genuine to be fake. Grayson was this cold, rude, brooding guy who happened to be my boyfriend's brother. Always had been. Always would be.