Long-time Boyfriend Novels & Stories

“Is that so?” He didn’t look at me when he said it. His eyes stayed on Knox, like the two of them were speaking in a language I wasn’t meant to understand. “Boyfriend,” he repeated slowly, as if testing how it sounded in his mouth. “Cute. How long?” “Long enough for you not to give a fuck, Bobby.” Knox replied. Bobby chuckled, “I’m sure you’ll have to be more specific inside. People here… they like details.” Knox’s hand tightened just slightly around mine. “We’ll see about that.”

" YOU ARE SUCH AN A**HOLE!!" I roared at Miguel, my boyfriend. Miguel and I have been dating for two years straight now and he always seems to be the perfect man whom I felt would make a good and perfect life partner, prolly I was too quick to decide.

“Um…... no, it is not that I don’t believe you have a boyfriend, it’s just…… um well, due to my busy schedule you are always busy, and I didn’t think you had time for relationships.” His explanation seems more of an excuse than an explanation, and the way he looks away when our eyes meet makes me a bit angry. Who on this earth doesn’t want to be loved? Or does he perhaps think I am asexual? “We have been together for over five years, which is way before I got this job,” I explained. “I hope this job is not making it hard for you and him,” he says. He sounds slightly sad. “Oh… not at all.” “Tell you what, after the 8 o’clock meeting you can go home and prepare more for your boyfriend’s birthd

he said those words enough for me to hear it. Duh, that was a very long time ago. He was my first boyfriend when we were like sixteen at that time. I was all ready to be the girl that he wanted but that proved to me he's a real ass. I can never forget the horror on his face when I caught him making out with someone from the cheering squad. I can't help but laughed at those times that I was going gaga about him.

We get to his office, and he closes the door. I looked inside, and Andrea was playing in her room. "Can I ask why you two broke up?" I nodded my head. We settled on the sofa in his office. "Sebastian was my first boyfriend. He was an ideal guy, he courted me for four months, and our relationship lasted for 3 years. Even though how many times I declined what he wanted, he was still sweet and understood me. He said to me that he would wait." I look at him. "I promise my mom I will just do it after marriage, sex." He nodded.

Ezekiel, maintaining his composure, reached out and shook it firmly. "So, you’re Kathrine’s boyfriend?" Dad said with a hint of curiosity, though his tone carried an undertone of something sharper. I arched my brows, surprised and uneasy at Dad’s choice of words. He shouldn’t have phrased it like that. Ezekiel, unbothered, replied calmly, "I’m Ezekiel. That’s my identity—not just being Kathrine’s boyfriend." The two men exchanged calm looks, but the tension between them was unmistakable, like the air had grown thicker with unspoken challenges.

Which, given everything, is the point, I suppose. My boyfriend’s name is Damien. He is, well, to be honest, he’s not a great boyfriend, but I love him. I just know that he’s going to be my mate. He’ll officially take over as the Alpha on his 18th birthday, but he’s been training with his dad, our current Alpha since he was sixteen. We have been dating since I was sixteen. I spent the entirety of the last two years of time constantly by his side. I’m sure there are friends of mine that I forgot existed almost the second we started dating. I was just so excited that he chose me to be his girlfriend. I truly believed that we were destined to be together, to be mates. I had asked the Moon Goddes

Time seems to slow down whenever we kiss, as if the world around us fades away, leaving just the two of us basking in the beauty of the moment. Or maybe I was this crazy for him because he was my first and hopefully my mate, which I would find out tomorrow, which was my birthday. Sinclair was my boyfriend for two years and counting. He is a warrior and a guard in the packhouse. He is extremely tall, with coal-black hair and mesmerizing brown eyes with golden tints surrounding them. Just thinking about him turned my insides to mush and my stomach to a butterfly garden. "Almost late again." Glen chuckled as she passed by me, smacking my head subtly.

I ask and he nods “that’s something…” I say speechlessly making him laugh “you do realize my whoring days stopped about 100 years ago..” I gasp feigning shock “you were a ho.” I say in scandalous amusement making him arch a brow “No.. well… Yes... But they were nobodies and I did use protection which I made because my body heat melts the material condoms are made of” he explains “that’s interesting…so your girlfriends…” I drag out making him scoff “not girlfriends just woman I slept with..” he replies carelessly as I make a face making him chuckle “you are my girlfriend… girlfriend… what an obtuse word... you are in not even a girl, you are a woman… and friend… you are not my friend.. defi

“It’s all right. You don’t have to take care of me. Just stay and talk for a while.” Lyra lowered her head and spoke in a small voice. “But… my boyfriend wouldn’t like it.” Cassian froze. “Boyfriend?” “Since when?” She blinked, sweetness slipping into her tone. “We’ve been together for a week.” “He doesn’t like me getting too close to other men.” Something inside him dropped all at once. Only then did he realize he could no longer even explain to himself what Lyra had been to him all these years. Love? Or just the habit of being needed by her?