How To Be Perfect Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Determinedly, she mumbled, "Pull yourself together and focus. I need to commit to this relationship." Later, she turned on her laptop. Since she didn't have much experience with romantic relationships, she searched online for tips on "How to be a good girlfriend." Keep a healthy distance from other guys. Own up to your mistakes without being asked. Don't let special treatment make you arrogant or mischievous. Trust your boyfriend, and don't try to test him unnecessarily. Be honest and open about your feelings instead of leaving your boyfriend guessing. Respect your boyfriend's privacy. Sienna earnestly read through the tips, then took screenshots and saved them before delving further into he

I asked as she pulled away. "That's for not flirting with her even though she was kind of cute," she mumbled at the end. "Why settle for cute when I can have perfection?" I asked her as I took her hand in mind. She giggled, "stop it" I cleared my throat, "so I'm your boyfriend now?" She froze as she kept her gaze fixed on the menu, "I m-mean umm do you want to be?" I set down the menu, "We've only known each other close to three weeks" I pointed out that fact to her.

Never Again 🌷 “He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love is hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is pe

"I may have planned it while you were sleeping last night. I wanted to give us something relaxing to do today, you seem like you need it." I lean down again and take his hands in my face. "God, why are you so perfect?" I press my lips hard against his, tracing my tongue along his bottom lip before pulling away. "Well, this is what boyfriends are supposed to do." He shrugs. Boyfriend. I bite my lip, as my stomach flips. "That'll take some getting used to." I laugh. Elliot stands up, takes my hand, and leads me inside. "Let me pack a few things and we can go." He disappears into the bedroom.

It was difficult for years, but they fought together to get rid of the other personalities. “Avery, you know how much I love you, right?” Avery nodded with a smile. “Just look at me now and see the love in my eyes.” Avery turned around and stared at her boyfriend, who gave her the softest smile ever. “See?” the guy on the screen said. “I love you more than anything in this life and it would be amazing if you could always be my inspiration. You are the only woman I will ever need, in bad moments as much as the good ones. I know that you and I will always fight for our happiness. We shared a connection since we were high schoolers and it grew stronger as time passed, but I am willing to make i

And that was simply displeasing me. It might sound contradictory, but I kind of didn't like it when he insisted so much and treated me as if I were a person who didn't make mistakes or failures and didn't need to be reprimanded. He was always calling me his perfect girlfriend; he was always smiling at me, never wanting to discuss serious topics with me, and that was freaking me out. I knew that deep down I was being an outcast because every girl dreamed of having a boyfriend like him, the understandable boyfriend who always treated you like you were a princess, but I was really fed up with that.

Hayden screamed, his scream resounding in the hall. "I'll be your boyfriend, Zen. I'll be yours till the end of time." Hayden confessed and hugged Zenos tightly due to his intense joy. Hayden reached out his right hand to stroke Zenos' calm face; he was handsome, wealthy, hardworking, meticulous, and knew how to plan.... The more Hayden counted the traits of his boyfriend, the more sweetness crept into his heart. Hayden knew that there would never be a man like Zenos who truly cared for him, so he'd make sure never to let go. Even if his behind had to suffer in the future.

“You know, Lukas, it wouldn’t hurt for you to have a boyfriend by now. You’re not getting any younger.” Lukas groaned and leaned against the wall, streamer still dangling in his hand. Before he could argue, the doorbell rang. Kara perked up instantly. Lukas pushed off the wall, rolling his eyes. He glanced at his mom and said with a crooked grin, “Actually, I do have a boyfriend.” Then he strode to the door, pulled it open, and there stood Dr. Perfect himself. Aiden, crisp and gorgeous on the front step. “See?” Lukas said, throwing a hand out toward him. “Here’s my boyfriend.”

“They treat you like you are their slave, and they always have. How many more hoops are you going to jump through for them?” “As many as necessary to get on their good side,” I answered. “I’m doing this for Brian, not for them.” “You should rest and enjoy some of the party.” “I just want everything to be perfect,” I told her with a grin. She rolled her eyes at my response. “Must you always be an overachiever?” I didn’t answer her. Brian was my first boyfriend. I didn’t know about other people, but I’m used to trying my best for those that I loved.

I was so caught up in my own happiness that I didn’t consider his even for a second. "I know your favorite color's pink and your favorite food is the loco moco from Zippy's. You think I don't know you, Taya, but I do. And for weeks all I did was replaying it over and over in my head, what went wrong with us, and what I could've done differently to get you to stay...” he said again, staring at me intently with those deep blue eyes. “Look, I know I'm not a perfect boyfriend. To be honest, I don't even know what I was doing most of the time. But I do like you, a lot. I still do. And I want you back—"