My Online Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I haven't finish my greetings when she suddenlt yelled like she saw a flging cockroach. "Why didn't you tell me that you already have a boyfriend. A hot boyfriend! You're so unfair!" "Boyfriend? What are you talking about?I dont have a boyfriend. My only boyfriend is the fictional character Zeke Alejandro." "That's the thing, his name is Zeke Alejandro and he's looking for you here at the sea shore." I almost dropped myself onto my seat upon hearing my crazy besrfriend. Zeke is here. "What?...okay... Amira, he said he missed you and you owe him an explanation." I quickly run towards the seashore, nonstop.

I kiss him soundly on the lips. “So how did you discover DC?” I ask, snagging some grapes from the dining table. “Well Sy there is this thing called the internet, it can even be found on your phone!, you can type questions and guess what?” he gasps dramatically “it gives you answers! How awesome is that?” he finishes dramatically. I roll my eyes at him. “hah hah!” “What, Sy, are you intimidated by my boyfriend, Jason Momoa? He asks, linking his arm around my neck; he is shorter than me, so he is standing on his toes. He kisses my cheeks, and I can see his eyes twinkling.

and the way he talks to me has become oddly possessive. Although it's not what I asked for, he sent me a ten-second video of him touching himself in a dark bedroom to prove he's actually a grown man and completely alone. Not a glimpse of his face, though. But I'm pretty sure it's a real video of himself. “Angelx30” sent it about an hour ago. After the "how are you's" and the fairly annoying "wyd" messages, now we're discussing an exclusive online sugar dating arrangement I'm not sure is actually plausible. The terms include:

A year later, I enrolled in the arts university that I had always dreamed of in Frankfort, Gerancia. I majored in oil painting. There, I rented a place with a tiny garden and lived a simple but fulfilling life. I went to classes, painted, and tended my garden. My garden was beautifully bright, and the air there was constantly filled with the fragrance of lavender. I slowly forgot the past and smiled more often. I never saw Elliot again. However, I would receive news of him from classmates who went home.

Seeing the amount immediately cleared a lot of my resentment, but what followed was confusion and bewilderment. How could men be so different from each other? Z was someone I met via an online game, but he was now my online boyfriend. Unlike my heartless capitalist of a boss, Z was gentle and kind, polite and generous. Plus, I got to see his eight-pack for free each day. Compared to Z, Zack was just some guy.

Gustaf caught my eye, making my father frown on the other side. "And who's that? "Gustaf, he's my... I didn't know how to classify our situation, but before I could think of anything, he stood next to me, entering the field of vision of the man on the other side of the screen. "Boyfriend, it's a pleasure to meet you, sir," Gustaf added naturally. I turned my face towards him with a questioning look and he just winked at me, indicating that I should follow his lead. "Yes, my boyfriend. We met through some mutual friends," I added.

I zipped up my lips and locked it up with an invisible key. “Alright then,” her shoulders sagged with relief. “Um…there’s this guy I started talking to online, right? He’s super hot and super rich,” My eyebrows scrunched together unconsciously. I didn’t expect this to be the topic that she wanted to bring up to me. “Um…okay? Do you like him?” “I mean, yeah, but I don’t want to rush it. We just met each other for like a few days, so…” I couldn’t wrap my head around what she was saying. “For only a few days? What about your boyfriend? Did you guys break up? What’s going on?”

The number of online viewers watching her live stream had exceeded one million. The person taking the first position on the list was still the one from before. Nobody could beat him. "I have a boyfriend. He's considered handsome. He pursued me for two months. "He's really caring. Every day, he would send me to work and pick me up afterward. He would also give me little surprises from time to time."

He messaged me because of my post about looking for an online boyfriend who I will pay to chat dirty with and amongst the other applicants, he's the only person I feel a connection with. I don't even hesitate as I type back, my confidence taking over. Me: I'm game. Send me a nude picture of your lower body. Let me see what I’m dealing with. I hit send and wait, my heart pounding in my chest. It’s a bold move, I know, but sometimes boldness is what gets results. The reply comes quickly. User B: Fair enough. But don’t think this means you’re in control here. I smirk, leaning back against the headboard as I type my response.

He switched it off completely. “What the hell, man?!” I snapped. He didn’t answer. Instead he pulled out his own phone and shoved the screen in my face. It was the same photo, this time on I*******m, with the caption about secret lovers and the green-hat mockery already filling the comments. “I've already seen that?” I told him. “You’ve already se— okay.” He rubbed his temple hard. “I’m being called your boyfriend online and currently mocked for ‘wearing a green hat,’ and that’s fine by you?”