Long-time Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Patrick thought that if Dina discovers about his true identity, will she accept him? “Oh! Really?! That's fine then. Oh! Doesn't he love social media? Because I don't see that he posted and mentioned you. You didn't post him either." "Oh! He doesn't like it. My boyfriend is a private person. So I also respect his decision. “Oh! Really! That's like a red flag, friend. Isn't that a scammer? How long have you been?” "Hmm! You're a terrible judge. You haven't even seen him yet. We've been together for six months. It's not what! Because we meet here and we have also dated many times."

” I shrugged with a smile still on my face. Greg is my boyfriend of about three years now. We started dating in sophomore year and have been at it since then. Greg was the perfect guy with all the qualities a woman would need in a man but for reasons beyond me, Cassandra doesn't seem to like him. She said he's too winny and was tied to my apron strings like a baby. But I loved him like that. Well, not that I was that into him but to me, he was adequate and that is exactly how I feel I want my men. I am not really into all that hunky, handsome like the devil- shit. As far as you treated me right, you have me hooked

“You were incredible.” “Yeah?” His hands fisted in my jacket. “You proud of me?” “So fucking proud.” I kissed him hard, not caring if someone walked by. “My boyfriend, the Co-Director. Very impressive.” “Boyfriend sounds so juvenile.” His mouth curved against mine. “Need a better title.” “Partner?” “Closer.” He nipped my bottom lip. “But I was thinking more like ‘person Nikolai’s disgustingly in love with.’” “Bit of a mouthful.”

I threw my arms up. "Hey Nica! Who’s that guy?" I asked. "Huh? Uh... Haha! He's..." She furrowed her brows. "Who is he?" I asked, a bit irritated. The guy was shirtless and pacing back and forth behind Nica. She scratched her head. "My boyfriend." I dropped my jaw in shock. "That guy? He’s probably on a one-way trip!" I said. Her boyfriend was good-looking! "No, we've been together for five months. I'm scared to introduce him to you because you might get mad," she said with a frown. I sighed.

Another almost impossible trait to possess. I decided to dial Tom. I hadn't talked to him all day anyway and I was assuming that talking to him at the moment would induce some relief. Tom was my boyfriend and we'd only been together a month and a half so our relationship was still off to a tasty start. As expected, there were missed text messages from him and I giggled as I read through each and every one of them. Content of which was mostly how sweet I was, how priceless of a girlfriend I was and all the other lovey dovey stuff that came with being with someone.

"I'm your boyfriend." After years of putting my best into it. Larissa is permanently mine.

But I'm proud that the 'playboy' of our school chose me as his steady girlfriend. I know all the girls in the school envy me, who not?! I got a good looking boyfriend that works hard a lot to receive my 'yes'. Though we've dated over a year and sometimes he asks when I will give him myself, I stick to my words that I'm only giving myself to him when we get married in the future. Not that I don't trust him but I kinda believe in the old fashion way. Though I let him kiss me and hug me, I never gave-in, even once to what he wanted.

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?”

"Can I still communicate with it with you? I..I mean, as classmates...c-can I?" Don't Everleigh, don't agree— "Sure," I answered. Do I still love him?! No, I'm sure no, but perhaps...like? It is so complicated. A one year cannot erase our happy memories together for five years. He's been always by my side. He is my friends, my boyfriend, my brother, always giving advice of what to do. I learned a lot from him. I realized so many things from him. His intellect made me fall for him harder.

I tease, smirking. He frowns. “Don’t believe everything that idiot tells you.” “Mhmm, I wouldn’t have if you didn’t react the way you did. But it would be surprising if you didn’t move on. I mean, it’s been seven years.” “Of course, just as I assume you have,” he counters. I nod, my stomach sinking as I remember Phantom, my on-and-off boyfriend, if you can even call him that. Sometimes we don’t see one another for months.