Me And My Boyfriend Book Novels & Stories

My voice failed me. Nora pulled me into an embrace, holding me tightly, protectively. “I know. I know,” she murmured, fingers threading through my hair. “You’re not alone. Alexa, I’m here.” “ Fuck, this is bullshit, what will happen to us now?” Nora said releasing me and roaming around the kitchen to calm her nerves. She’s my girlfriend, and i love her. Whatever this marriage is, no matter how important it is, i won’t let it come between us.

"What?" "What was what you didn't understand?" "You... He... You two-," Julian can barely articulate his own sentence. "We're boyfriend and girlfriend. He asked me yesterday, and I accepted." The demon's citrine-colored eyes are glassy: "Please tell me this is a joke." "I am terribly serious. And by the way, why all the shock? You know that you and I are becoming romantically involved." "Yes, but... But not like this." "In what way, then?"

He has been my boyfriend for a year and now I am sick of faking orgasms. The wetness between my legs was proof of how sexually deprived I am. I sighed and threw my head back. "This is so messed up." I could not help but feel guilty. In the start, I thought it would get better with Asher but these days, it is getting worse instead. I hid the book in the last drawer of the side table. Before I even had the chance to get up and take care of myself, after a soft knock on the door, the knob rotated and it opened with a little sound. Asher peeked inside the room and smiled upon seeing me, "Hey there, what's up?"

But sometimes, I feel tired and needed a break from this relationship and everything, but his loves kept me going. ‘ I love my boyfriend, but he doesn't satisfy me sexually. He doesn't last and can't get me off.’ I stopped typing on my laptop and smiled in satisfaction staring at the chapter I just wrote. This book would be a secret and no one would know that it is about my relationship, not even Bernie or my chief editor. Writing a story about my love and sex life was the only way to pour in my frustration, happiness, sadness, secret and other things which I can't say publicly because of what people or even Bernie might think of me.

Wendy Little was not the only one who could bask in the sun. “Dear, why are you standing outside?” Max Little, my boyfriend, carried a large watermelon as he ran toward me anxiously. He looked at me in concern. It was the first day of Wendy switching her senses with me. On the very same day during my previous life, I had yet to get a check-up at the hospital. I also did not realize that this was Wendy’s plot. My so-called nice boyfriend immediately ran to the fruit shop at the entrance of the neighborhood when I claimed that I felt hot. He wanted to buy me a watermelon. He was really good at pretending to be considerate and caring.

I can see the jealousy written all over his face and I know Declan could see it too. Keenan has been my bestfriend since 7th grade, and I know he's had a crush on me for years. I have only ever seen him as a friend, and now I know why. "This is Declan. My boyfriend," I say, squeezing Declans hand a little tighter. "Wait... what?" Keenan says, sounding more jealous as the seconds go on. "Yeah, I met him while I was away," I answer. I could see Declan raise an eyebrow at me, flashing me his award winning smirk.

A familiar voice questioned and disrupted the semi-detailed explanation I was about giving her about my experience up until this morning. In no time, Mason appeared in view from my screen but had his back to me as he hovered around her with her face he suddenly cupped in his arms while I laid with a raised brow watching the two love birds until I thought it weird to lay in bed and watch my best friend and her boyfriend make out. “P3rverts!” I muttered to myself before hitting the end button and burying my face deep into my pillow but regretted it all too soon as my nose immediately picked up the same scent my lungs got filled with last night.

“I’m serious. I think the universe sent you here to meet me, so I could experience true love and know what it feels like to be seen. To be loved by a hot American, to have a handsome boyfriend.” “A boyfriend?” I nod. “Yeah. You’re my boyfriend.” “Who says I’m your boyfriend?”

My book boyfriend. I had even gotten my stele and ruins ready. "But I like that girl." Wearing a smug look, Kabir sat opposite to me. "Some guts she has to tear your book and not even saying sorry." "She killed my boyfriend." I pinned him with my glare. "By the angels, she killed him." "I'm alive, bookworm." He passed his gaze through the tissue balls grazing his new apartment floor, frowning. "You make too much mess some days."