Imaginary Boyfriends Novels & Stories

"Which is why I love him," "It's not human," He laid out the clothes on his bed. "If he's not human, he's not real." "You'll know when you see him today," "No, I'm pretty sure, you just told mom and dad you've been dating this fictitious guy for the past two years and paid the first good-looking guy you found to be your boyfriend for one night," "Well, it's either that or I'm actually dating an amazing guy who isn't fictitious," Serafina stated and got up from the bed. "Now if you'll excuse me, boo, I have to get changed."

I say before walking into class. I had a boyfriend. I've never done that before, I mean I've had dates but not boyfriends. I don't even know why I agreed to date Brandon, I mean yeah he's hot, and sweet, and hot, and popular, and hot, and strong, and did I mention hot? But still, I don't know, maybe I'm just a weirdo. Scratch that I know I'm a weirdo. I guess as far as first boyfriends go, he was the perfect one. He had me home by curfew everyday, he was a perfect gentlemen, he was sweet, he complimented me everyday, but still it felt like something was missing, like that connection was missing. I'm sure the longer we date the better the connections will become.

Not real girlfriend but a girl that he always hook up with Zac Zac.. I'm so going to friendzone you

One of them asks, smirking. “No, my boyfriends.” I blurt without thinking, only to remember that it’s a bit dysfunctional to have two boyfriends who happen to be brothers. “Boyfriends? Come on girl, you don’t have to lie to us. We just want to talk to you. We want to have a fun time. We are pretty loaded too, and we can make you very happy.” He wiggles his eyebrow. I sigh, “I’m good. I’m not single. Nice meeting you though.”

The girl with multiple men in her private message and the girl that everybody wanted to smash but no one got the opportunity. My boy friend and I started off talking about our plans in life and I told him that I wanted to be an aeronautical engineer and he said that he was a chef. He never spoke dirty to me, unlike the other guys and I guess that was what brought us closer and on a deeper level. He got to know about .Mason, .y parents, my school and how much I enjoyed chatting with men online and playing along with their sick fantasies. I also told him that I secretly bought sex toys and masturbated with them for relief and to make myself feel better.

When are you giving the money back? I stared at the text and felt a wave of nausea. [Your dad’s illness is incurable. Don’t waste the money. Just come home and live a normal life. That’s better than anything.] After a few minutes, he texted me again. [If you really can’t come up with the money, that’s fine too. You can just agree to have a few kids for me, and we’ll forget about the cash gift. I won’t even go after you for the eighteen thousand in fake bills. How about that? I’m being pretty generous, right?]

“Plus, Damien will probably ‘loan’ you his jet whenever you miss Rafe too much.” “You say that like it’s normal.” “In your life? It kind of is.” I roll my eyes, but she’s not wrong. A few months ago, I signed up for a dating website where men would pay me to pretend to be their girlfriend. Now, I have four incredible and very real boyfriends. They’re all completely different, all completely perfect in their own ways, and somehow, they’re all mine. It still doesn’t make sense. My phone buzzes with a text, and my stomach flips like I’m seventeen again.

“This online friend you keep mentioning… sounds like he really sees the real you. I wish real life felt that easy.” I froze, heart racing. “How do you know about my chats?” He smiled faintly, eyes lingering on my mouth. “Lucky guess. Get some rest. Tomorrow we start this thing for real.” My phone buzzed with one last message. MidnightMVP: Whatever hits tomorrow, I’ve got you. But tell me… what if this fake dating with the captain turns into something that feels way too real and you can’t walk away? What if it does?

Oh heavens, the man is hot. It wouldn’t hurt to have him as a real boyfriend. I sit up, pulling the sun glasses off my nose, where had that thought come from?? Eyes darting the empty space, searching for the idiot who must have slipped that thought into my mind. I’ve never wanted a boyfriend, or a partner, having sex with one person was fine. This fake marriage, friends with benefits things is very beneficial to me. I would never want more. Ivan turns, catching my eyes, he grins at me, my heart does a flip.

“I’m not sad.” “You’ve been staring at that same sweater for ten minutes.” I looked down at my hands. I was holding the gray hoodie—Ethan’s hoodie, the one I’d never been able to throw away. “Old boyfriend,” I said quietly. Chloe didn’t pry. She just nodded and said, “I have one of those too. His name was Mark. He told me he loved me and then kissed my best friend at prom.” I blinked. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” She shrugged, but her eyes were soft. “It gets easier. Not all at once. But eventually.”