How To Be Perfect Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I said, imitating a reporter. "That's easy." He cleared his throat. "Because I will beat Superman, Jack from titanic, Peeta from hunger games, Harry Potter, and all other heroes out there from my amazing personalities. For one, strikingly handsome, secretly nice, charming, sweet, caring, romantic, loyal, respectable, and all the good qualities. You will be the luckiest girl in the universe to have me as your boyfriend." My mouth was hanging open so that it would reach the ground. It was only a joke but he really did it.

I pointed out. He scowled. "Is this like 1900's?" I rolled my eyes. "It's an unwritten rule, guys should ask first it makes a girl feel special." He sighed dramatically. "Fine, you are damn irritating and I have no idea why I even decided to let you tutor me but I'm glad. And you'd be so lucky to have me as your boyfriend, so what say?" I gave him a flat look. "The way you asked wasn't really lovely, I was expecting cheesy or something."

My eyes locked onto Jemima's, and I plastered a fake smile filled with resentment onto my face. I said, "Jemima, it looks like we have the same ideal type. Fortunately, I've already found a boyfriend, and his name is Elijah Sanders." My voice grew colder as I continued, "Why don't I talk to Elijah about this later? If any of us happens to meet someone who fits your criteria, we can introduce him to you." This provocation successfully angered someone, but it wasn't Jemima. Like a protective mother hen, Hannah grabbed a box of chalk and hurled it at me.

I had such a hard time at keeping my face straight and not squealing like a fangirl at that time. I will never tell you that I knew about how you tried to propose to me. I know how important it was for you to propose in a perfect way. But Jonathan do remember that if I say yes it will be to you and not to the way you propose to me. It won’t matter to me if you slide a metal band on my finger with a simple ‘Will you marry me?’ It is the emotion that counts. I will always say ‘yes’ to you. I would have said yes even if I had found that ring in my glass. You always try to make everything perfect but Jonathan if everything is always perfect in our lives it will become monotonous. It is little im

I wish I had a boyfriend. I snapped my book shut and rested my chin on my palm, elbow propped on the desk. A dreamy sigh slipped from my lips as my thoughts drifted, for the hundredth time, to the kind of love I wanted for myself. Again. He had to be like one of my book boyfriends. Tall, handsome, and funny, with just a touch of shyness that made him even more charming. The kind of guy who laughed at my silly jokes and told me I was beautiful, even when I wasn’t trying to be. He would treat me like I mattered. Love me. Only me. And never leave.

I’ve been saving to open my restaurant. But it is no reason not to splurge on a beer gift for my boyfriend. This is a perfect opportunity to spend on him. Boyfriend. Thinking of him that way still gives me berries. Never in a million years would I have imagined a man as handsome and sexy as him even looking at me twice. But not only do I not feel inadequate or self-conscious when I’m with him, the section and desire he has for me is not just evident, but grows more and more every day.

“Because the only reason you were breaking it is because I care enough. I haven’t in a long while. And that’s what you want, right? Someone who cares. We already established that you’re physically attracted to me. So not pursuing you would be a big mistake.” No wonder he is a songwriter. He just knows what to say. And now he has me wondering exactly what kind of boyfriend he would be. I’m also beginning to question whether I deserve a guy like him. Funny, given what I’ve spent the last eight months thinking. “I’m not an angel, you know.” “Nobody is perfect.” “I can be insecure and needy.” “You’re not going to scare me away, Isaac. Stop trying.” I purse my lips and nod, leaning back into the

he asked eagerly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at my lips. “Not yet,” I teased. “Not until you ask me properly.” His eyes widened comically before he dropped to one knee, pulling the swivel chair to face him. He took my left hand and held it up, his expression suddenly serious, despite the excitement still dancing in his eyes. “Cherry, the most beautiful woman in the world... will you give me the honor of being your boyfriend? I promise to love you, to cherish you, to make you laugh, cook for you, and always stand by your side.”

I grimace. That sentence should not exist in any form. I exhale slowly, grounding myself. “Okay,” I say. “So how do I earn the right to be her boyfriend?” If my hands weren’t tied, I’d have finger-quoted the word ‘earn’ for effect. Or mostly to annoy them. “You’re going to get beaten up a bit,” Ilkay says casually, “and probably face some mild humiliation. Nothing dramatic.” Honestly? I expected worse.

"Thanks… for everything, Garrett. I don't know what I'd do without you. I'd been punched in the gut. He was trusting me, relying on me, and I didn't know the first thing about living up to that. That night, back at the penthouse, I sat alone in my study, my thoughts a whirlwind. The weight of what was to come pressed heavily on me. I needed to make this believable-for both our sakes. Thorne deserved more than a half-hearted effort, even if my feelings hadn't quite caught up to the act. I opened my laptop, staring at the blank search bar for a long moment before typing: * “How to be the perfect boyfriend.” The results flooded the screen—articles, forums, advice columns. Each click led me deep