Is My Boyfriend A Loser Novels & Stories

"Come back over here and the next time you stop we're done. You've had those little tits sucked on before and you know it." "But he was my..." "Your what, boyfriend?" I laughed. "Give me a break, sex is sex whether you think they love you or not. Trust me, I'll be a lot better to you than some frat boy, that is if you grow up and get over here." "I...yes sir."

Since I was in a good mood I ignored them, maybe I could smile, but ignoring is better. As I walked a group of guys surrounded me and Anna's boyfriend emerged from the wall of people. "You think you can hit me unprepared and get away with it? Do you think I do not know who you are? Nobody, yeah I know, you were a rich boy and your dad lost his money and now you are just a loser, a pathetic no one.."

he continues. “I’m not sure what to say,” I respond, biting my lip. “Surely someone’s told you how beautiful you are?” “Well, yes, my father always says so, but he’s obliged to.” “Your boyfriend?" “He used to,” I admit. “Used to?” he probes. “I just broke up with him for taking money from my father to end our relationship. So, this is a one-person pity party?” “It is,” “Well, your boyfriend is terrible. And since I don’t want anything from you, I think it’s only right to let you know that you’re beautiful,”

My thighs trembled. “This is insane… I have a boyfriend,” I protested weakly, but my voice cracked. “Boyfriend?” He laughed low, his free hand sliding to my waist, fingers digging into my soft flesh. “That loser couldn’t make you cum if his life depended on it. I can smell how wet you are already, baby. That greedy little pussy is weeping for a real man. Imagine my thick cock splitting you open, hitting spots Jake’s never even dreamed of. You’ll be screaming, creaming, squirting all over me while I ruin you for anyone else.”

I also don't have my phone, but I won't tell Nathan, or he will lose his mind. "I can pick it up later. I promise to be gone—" "Gone?" Nathan interrupts, looking concerned. "You're staying as long as you have to. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I threw you out?" "Boyfriend?" I try not to let my emotions overwhelm me, but I can't fight the tears. Boyfriend. Nathan said that word like it was obvious. But it's not for me. I've never had a boyfriend, and shit—this is the best day ever, but also the saddest because I'm going to fucking lose him!

"I didn't say that," — "but your face says it. Just because your husband might or might not have a child with someone else doesn't mean you should regret having his baby and falling in love with him." "You can't understand my grief," I sighed. "I do. My stupid boyfriend just broke up with me, duh." "Oh, yeah, but you didn't lose anything. I've lost everything to Hames, he has betrayed me."

I am finding it hard to believe right now. "I am also happy to tell you that what is mine has come to me. Ashley Marcason is mine forever and there is nothing you can do about it. Nothing! Absolutely nothing. You are nothing but a loser. A sore loser. And Ashley? You are nothing without her. You are failure and you can't achieve anything in this world because you are just an hopeless, living dead." He spoke and it felt like a dagger was stabbed in right through my heart. Like my heart was bleeding to death. I was scared I was going to choke on my own saliva.

"Men are dicks," "I'm not sure it can be generalized. I mean, my boyfriend and his family seem great. His sisters bought me an entire wardrobe and his older brother gifted me a car as an apology," Starliss flew out of my arms with wide eyes and lips parted. I grinned, brought out the keys in my pocket, and dangled it in front of her face. "The guy is a pro max version of Zayne. He did something stupid and as an apology, I got this," Starliss, astonished, took the keys and felt it with her mouth still open. She looked up and stared at me incredulously. I raised my nose proudly. "I take it back. Boys are scumbags, but your boyfriend is not,"

We have been at it for a year now and it's been a wonderful year. I got to know that he was a prince even though he could not be considered a ruler. He is been kind and very understanding. We have gone on many splendid dates. Kyson has proved to be the best boyfriend I ever had. That is how I refer to the him now. And I am his girlfriend. Yeahh! I am so happy and satisfied with my life. I have my love and friends that love me for me not the state of me.

More real. “I don’t feel like I’m losing anything when I’m here,” I said softly. “That’s because you’re gaining something,” he replied. “But the loss doesn’t disappear just because you don’t feel it yet.” I leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling. “My friend thinks I’m pulling away.” “You are.” “My boyfriend thinks I’m stressed.” “You’re not.” I let out a quiet breath. “I’m choosing you.” He didn’t react immediately. Didn’t smile. Didn’t move closer.