Long-time Boyfriend Novels & Stories

At the corner of Lake’s office, Owen’s body shook while Homer pretended to be looking away. “They’re not in love, that’s why. And they don’t have kids.” “Excuse me?” Owen raised an eyebrow. “Oh.” I turned my head at Owen. “Who’s the lucky girl?” “His boyfriend for how long now?” He looked at Owen. “Five months,” Owen replied. My eyes widened in surprise. I remembered he told me about his past relationship. “Wow. I’m happy for you. I want to meet him. Is he handsome like you?”

She added and I gave her a look. “It’s been a year since I dated him!” I beamed. Jericho Marquez is my ninth boyfriend but we only lasted for a month and a half. But even then, I still hold the longest record on all of his flings. He’s a real playboy, just like his best friend, Hades Cortez, who I dated before him. Upon saying those words, I saw Jericho glance at me in my peripheral vision. I looked at Genina and she’s grown stiff and motioned behind me.

"I really like her, Auntie. But she's my first girlfriend, I'm her first boyfriend, I don't know..." "Just let it out, kid!" I knew something was bothering him. "Do you think it can last forever? Like, her being the love of my life?" "What do you think?" "I wish it could." "So, let time tell you the answers. As long as it's good and you feel something special for her, let it happen. You're still very young, but there are many couples who start dating like this in their teens and stay together for life," I assured him, and he smiled in agreement.

He clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning white. Boyfriend. That word left a bitter taste in his mouth. “So you have a boyfriend now?” His tone was unreadable, but Hazel could sense the shift in his mood. “Yes. Is there a problem with that?” She raised a brow, challenging him. Axel scoffed. “How long have you known him?” Hazel tilted her head slightly. “Roughly two years.” Axel let out a humorless chuckle. “I hope he’s hitting the spot really well.”

Damn. "It could be anything between a week or 10 days. Is it a problem?" "No sir, it's no trouble." I said with a confident voice. "You better tell your boyfriend about the duration." He said with strange expressions. "Sir I don't have a boyfriend." I said while stumbling on my words while Feeling the awkward vibe. "Okay." He said while raising an eyebrow. What is that supposed to mean. I told him I don't have a boyfriend and he said Okay. I can never understand what's going on in his mind. May be he was just being curious. You are overthinking.

He could see the annoyance on my face as I said it. He grinned. "Good to hear it from you. Starting tomorrow we will always be together and you have to be ready for them to know that I'm your boyfriend and you are my girlfriend. Are we clear, huh?" Dark Louiz answered. "Yes! Are you happy now, huh?!" I exclaimed. He smiled at me and I didn't say anything. I realized that he was hot and handsome and women would fall for him easily, but not me. I would never fall in love with him. When will it end? When will he stop being a playboy? When will he hurt and cheat women? I don't know. I hope it ends soon. Only God knows what would happen. "We're done talking, okay?"

Then she exhaled, long and shaky, and set the phone face-down. “Yeah,” she said. “We did.” The words landed like a fist in my gut. I felt my shoulders tighten, but I kept my face still, waiting. She patted the cushion beside her. I crossed the room and sank down, close enough that our knees brushed. “He was my boyfriend,” she said quietly. “For six months, last year. Before you transferred in. He told me he loved me every single night. Texted it, whispered it, wrote it on my fucking mirror in dry-erase marker once.” A bitter laugh escaped her. “But he always wanted more. Sex. Right away. I told him I wasn’t ready. I needed time. He said he understood. He’d wait. He’d be patient.”

She is quite tan because she loves to go to the beach, especially when it's summer, while I'm not tan; my skin is quite pale. She has a long-distance boyfriend. They've been together for like two years now, and she always said that I should have one too. I want to have a boyfriend, but the thing is, whenever I get myself a guy, it doesn't last long, and that makes me feel so frustrated. I dated almost ten guys, but most of them didn't work out for me. I always end up being hurt because who doesn't feel hurt when they break up with their boyfriends, especially because of the nonsense and the cliche reasons? I hope my ninth boyfriend will stay with me and we can live happily ever after like I

What does that mean? "Whos 007?" Scott asks. Apparently, he's looking over my shoulder "Um... that's my boyfriend... Dane" I say with hesitation. "Boyfriend huh. When did that happen?" he's disappointed. "Dane, isn't that the guy that's always with your buddy, what's his name? Anthony?" "Yeah, that's him. We've only been together about a week or so now." I calmly say. "He sent an odd message." I show him the pager.

I cursed “his best friend and his ex are in a relationship, and fuck again they are getting married?!” This is more stressful and frustrating than the horror movie. “well we can’t do anything, they love each other” North said He is annoying! He supports them. “Lou and his boyfriend seems like they don’t really love each other” I commented “how do you say so?” “well it is totally obvious! Lou always make effort for his boyfriend” They are just staying in their relationship because they were together for long time already, but is that how you measure how much you really love each other?