Lore L Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"Um he is my uh~ boyfriend. Yeah. He's my boyfriend." "Hmm?" Lupus looked at me confused. "What's a boyfriend?" "Shh." I covered his mouth. "Well, see ya." I pushed Lupus inside then locked the door. I sighed before sitting on the couch. "What's a boyfriend?" Lupus asked again after sitting near him. "Um- a lover." "Oh, a partner." "Yes." "So I'm your boyfriend?" He grinned excitedly. I blushed a little. "N-no, I was just lying. I don't want you to get caught."

It was Leo. “Leo!” he shouted in relief. His boyfriend looked up at him with wide eyes. Leo ran up the path at full speed and fell into his arms. “Nocturne! I’ve missed you so much!” The ruler of the underworld hugged his boyfriend tightly. He had believed that he would never see him in this form again. Leo melted into his embrace and they spent a while in each other’s arms. “You found me,” the blond said with satisfaction. “I’m not alone here. Your boss is here.”

Adrian looked at him mockingly and said, "That's all in the past. From now on, she will be my Luna." He wrapped his arm around my waist. His stance radiated an unshakable possessiveness. Power from an Alpha flowed from him, declaring a dominance that could not be challenged. Liam stared at us in despair. His legs were weak and he could not stand still. "No… She's only an ordinary Omega… Did I make the wrong choice all along?" he muttered as the light faded from his eyes.

Lorenzo stepped in front of me, blocking Rafe with a glare. Rafe's jaw clenched. "Who the hell are you? This doesn't concern you!" I held onto Lorenzo's hand like a lifeline, warmth blooming in my chest. "He's my boyfriend. Lorenzo." Rafe went pale. He stared at me, shaken. "No. That's not true. You're lying." Lorenzo's voice was ice-cold. "Back off. If you come near her again, I won't just stand here." Rafe looked at us—hand in hand, side by side. Whatever light he had left in his eyes just broke.

he asked. “I have a boyfriend,” I replied, sidestepping his question. “A boyfriend?” he repeated, almost inaudibly. I glanced at Olive and added, “But my friend Olive would definitely love it.” Olive perked up immediately, her face lighting. “Wait—what? Yes! Yes, I would!” But Leo… Leo looked like I’d just slapped him with a velvet glove. His mouth opened, then closed. His composure cracked. “You have a b—boyfriend?” he stammered.

Ruth said, and reached across to squeeze Liam's hand on the table, and I thought, distantly, that my own sister was currently holding my boyfriend's hand with more enthusiasm than I had all week. "You're all too kind," Liam said, and did the thing where he ducked his head slightly, humble, charming, the exact performance that used to work on me too before I'd watched him do it so many times I could recite the choreography. He turned to me then. Slid his arm around the back of my chair, rubbed his thumb along my upper arm slow and warm, the kind of touch that was supposed to say I adore this woman to a room full of witnesses.

He was just there. "I fell in love with her boyfriend." The words hung in the air between us. Liam didn't say anything for a long time. Then he leaned back in the booth. Let out a breath. "Shit," he said. "Yeah." "Does he love you back?" "Yes." "Then it's not just you." "That doesn't make it better." "No." Liam shook his head. "It doesn't. But it means you're not the only one carrying this." I didn't know what to say to that.

For the first time, I spoke gently, like a girl in love, and he responded in a tender tone I had never known from him before. If that was really nothing, then who had I been to him? My wrist ached where he held it so tightly, and suddenly I felt like crying. He claimed to be my boyfriend, and I allowed him to toy with me while keeping my feelings secret. When he said he wasn't, I had to pull back, behave as I should, and even help him with someone else's romance. Our relationship had always been dictated by him. I took a deep breath and lifted my chin, fighting back tears, and forced the lightest, most casual tone I could muster. "Jason, you're such a fool—you really got tricked. I haven't l

Every one of them looked happy. "Mom, the panda was so big and fluffy! I liked it so much. Mom, will you buy me one?" Mom doted on Asher, kissing his forehead as she reprimanded him lightly, "Do you think I have that kind of money?" Asher hummed and stepped back. "Don’t kiss me yet. We haven’t drawn lots. If Silas sees it, he’ll cry again and say it’s unfair. Maybe he’s already hiding in the bedroom, crying. Today’s his birthday, after all."

He’s purposely holding himself back for many reasons, a few of which disappear from his mind when Alex pulls him back, lips brushing over his forehead. Boyfriendbots are apparently really, really good at what they do, Shantal observes.