Me And My Boyfriend Book Novels & Stories

They stood right there, sharing a kiss that went on for more than two minutes. My boyfriend and my best friend. Is this— My heart broke all over again; my breathing pattern getting ragged. “Why the hell did you bring me here!???” I found myself asking. “So we can talk business.” he stretched his hand until he placed it on my thigh. “What do you say?”

Plans that had included wines, dinner, dance, seduction and lot and lots of hot sex. But unfortunately, it had not happened. Her crazy boyfriend, Tom, wait, boyfriend? No, ex boyfriend, Mike corrected himself. Her ex-boyfriend had beaten her up and she had ended in the hospital and here they are; ‘With Liza pretending to be asleep’ ‘While he, Mike, was pretending to be working even though his mind was all about Greece and the opportunity he had missed. The Opportunity to wow and show Liza what she had been missing by dating that god smack ass.’ Mike thought in frustration.

I raised an eyebrow at her. "So? Doesn't mean I can't notice a hot guy in front of me." "That's my boyfriend you are talking about." The word 'boyfriend' felt weird in my mouth. I haven't had a boyfriend in well over a year and knowing Knox wasn't really one made it even weirder. "How did you two meet?" Annie leaned against the counter, staring at me while I but garlic butter on the bread. "He owns a hardware store in town. I went in to get something for my apartment and ran into him. We kind of just...clicked."

Shape Of My Heart - Backstreet Boys Song Twenty-Four. Watch Me Shine - Joanna Pacitti Thank you so much for reading my second book in what I am planning to be a three-book series. Book one: Chase and Savannah's story - A Little Cinderella Moment. Book two: Jen and Greg's story - Lady Of The Dirt Track. Book three: Title TBA - Selena and Lucas' story. I do have another book in the very early stages, and it is something I have never done before, but I am willing to give it a shot for all you readers, so keep an eye out for Bound By Fate & Fang coming soon.

"So this is how you do it. This is what you've become." Marcus was quiet for a moment. "You'll understand eventually. Once Claire gets her doctorate, we're getting married." His footsteps moved away. I listened to him go. The amusement park. The matching hoodies. The birthday dinner. Four years of maybes. I pushed the cup to the edge of the desk, texted Sebastian, and sat down to wait. Minutes later, the door slammed open. Sebastian came in with a man behind him. He saw me sitting calmly at my desk, and his shoulders dropped.

"I only want him! If anything happens to him, I won't want to live either!" Cain stood off to the side, watching as Kiara completely lost it over my disappearance. His nails dug deep into his palms as jealousy ate away at him. … Meanwhile, in a private manor on the outskirts of the city, I lay on a pressure-relief mattress, my body completely wrapped in bandages. Although the anesthetics hadn't worn off fully, I was already awake. Winona sat by my bed, scrolling through the countless messages that popped up on my phone with a sneer. Upon realizing that I had woken, she began reading them aloud for me, her tone judgmental.

My boyfriend, Nathan Bardot, stared at me in disbelief. “I’m asking about the baby in your belly! What’s going on? “I’ve been gone for ten months. If you got pregnant the moment I left, you should have already given birth by now. Explain yourself! What’s really going on?” He grabbed my wrist tightly. I felt a sharp pain and tried to pull away. His face darkened, and he tightened his grip. I got annoyed and snapped, “Are you crazy? I’m pregnant! What’s there to explain?”

Her posture was calm, too calm, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Hearing the creak of the door, Mom looked up from the book. “Isabella!” I leaned against the door-frame, crossing my arms. “What are you doing?” She raised her brows briefly before returning her gaze to the book. “Just spending my time,” she replied, her tone indifferent. A deep sigh escaped my lips. “Your boyfriend hasn’t returned. Can’t you see?” I asked, my words laced with an edge I couldn’t hide. Still looking at the book, she answered after a moment of silence. “Yes… I see.”

“Nothing.We’ll talk when you’re back.” He stayed out all night. The next morning, I quit my job and packed the clothes I had sorted the night before. I was going to donate them. At the donation center downstairs, I noticed moving trucks parked outside the apartment next door. Workers were unloading brand-new furniture. Someone was moving in. Amid the bustle of people coming and going, I spotted Anthony. Sonia clung to his arm, her eyes full of adoration. They looked like newlyweds preparing their first home, their eyes filled with love for each other. Anthony had looked at me the same way when we moved in here, eager to build a life together.