Novelas y relatos de Imaginary Boyfriends

“Don't worry, apart from AJ and Ada, I also have no other friends." I would kill to have two friends, especially ones as loyal as AJ and Ada, he doesn't need to throw the fact that I'm friendless in my face. I know he only said it to make me feel better, but he only successfully made me feel worse. “What about relationships? Tell me about your past boyfriends." I blush and look away from him. “My past love life is non-existent." I confess. “Are you serious?" I ask in shock. I nod my head, embarrassed as fuck.

Ibrahim asked did you think about my proposal? Yes.... So what is your answer? Ibrahim I can't be your girl friend..... Ibrahim gets angry and says don't play with fire mehak.... Ibrahim listen I can't be your girl friend because i already has a byfriend

Wait a second, I never told him my name. “How do you know my name?” I accused. He gave me a lopsided grin, “I asked around. So the part for a fake girlfriend is still up, are you able to help me out?” “I’m sorry, my boyfriends wouldn’t like that,” I told him. “Boyfriends? As in more than one? Dang you go girl,” he replied. “As you see, my hands are full, sorry,” I turned to walk away when he lightly tapped my shoulder.

I did what any normal, sleep-deprived teenager would do. I pulled out my phone and started recording. “Jason Cole?” I said, smirking at the camera. “Yeah, sure. He’s basically my boyfriend. He steals my pens, cheats off my history homework, and drives me insane. Honestly, the full boyfriend experience.” I snorted at my own sarcasm, tossed my pen dramatically over my shoulder, and hit post. Only my close friends were supposed to see it. A harmless inside joke. A tiny vent into the void.

"If I hadn't been a coward and backed off, you'd never have ended up with him. You'd never have spent three years getting hurt." As he spoke, his wet eyes turned to me, and his hands reached out, testing, like he wanted to pull me in. I smacked his hands away and straightened him back up. "Just talk. What happened then?" He sat back down, looking wounded, his back slumping a little, his voice smaller than before. "Noah said he didn't know how to win a girl over. He was scared he'd say the wrong thing." "So he asked me to build him a Boyfriend Assistant, something to teach him what to say and how to reply to you."

I hated Kane Ravenwood before I ever spoke to him. The ruthless captain of the Ravens Hockey Team ruined my brother’s career and turned our family into campus gossip. Everyone worships him like a king, but I know the monster beneath the crown. Arrogant. Violent. Untouchable. So when he suddenly asks me to fake date him to save his reputation after a scandal, I should’ve said no. Instead, I made a deal with the devil. Now he’s everywhere. Touching me. Watching me. Controlling who talks to me. Calling me like he already owns me. The worst part? The fake relationship doesn’t feel fake anymore. Because behind his cruel smirk and bloodstained knuckles is a broken boy hid

I blinked up at him and he broke out in a wide teeth-splitting grin. "I can't believe we're having a girl over here for the first time in forever! Oh my gosh! You look like a girl!!!" The boy exclaimed excitedly as he continued to spew stuff out of his mouth that didn't make quite a sense. Omg, am I being mean? He slapped his forehead and chuckled, "Oh, where are my manners?" Murmuring to himself, he flipped his imaginary hair and sat on my bed bouncing in excitement. "I'm the one and only, that grumpy's bestest friend, the most handsome and dashing, the most smartest, intelligent, intellectual, and all the good words that exist-"

What changed in the last 10 hours? Three minutes passed before I got another reply. T: Aubrey F: Knox That's beside the point. Why a fake boyfriend? What is the ad exactly? I rolled my eyes at his reply but decided to ignore the comment. T: Knox F: Aubrey I need someone to pose as my fake boyfriend for my family over Christmas. Just one week and after that we part ways and I give you two grand for agreeing to it. After hitting send I leaned back in my couch, suddenly feeling nervous. What if he did change his mind and would do this for me? I wasn't even quite sure we'd even get along. We already snapped at each other earlier. What would happen if we spent a week together?

Who are you trying to deceive? Tears run down my face. I hate to cry. Boys don't cry, you idiot! Boys don't have the hots for other boys. I wipe the tears that insist on falling. I take my phone, open I*, and look for something to distract me, and the first images that appear on the timeline, couldn't be someone else. Will. It could be that person... The one who comes to complete you, fill with joy, The world that was empty before...

“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.”