My Online Boyfriend Novels & Stories

That didn't change the fact that he was an arrogant, annoying jerk who had made my life miserable. Desperate for a distraction, I pulled out my phone and opened I*******m to message Jake_fitness23. "Good morning! Thank you again for the beautiful flowers yesterday. They made my whole day." His response came quickly. "Good morning, beautiful. I'm so glad you liked them. You deserve to be treated like a queen every day." I smiled to myself, feeling some of the tension leave my shoulders. This was what I should be thinking about: my sweet, mysterious online boyfriend who sent me flowers and wrote me romantic letters. Not the annoying classmates' stupid, perfect abs.

My presence alone was so powerful that he instinctively trembled as a Beta. "You… How can you… You're only an ordinary Omega, how can you have this power?" he asked in a trembling voice. I turned to look at the man I dated for seven years, and I felt nothing at all. The guilt, unease, and the hope for a lifetime together had vanished. "Liam, we have nothing to do with each other anymore, so I won't answer you," I said, my voice so calm that it surprised me. Liam seemed to realize something. The pressure he had felt when we first met had not been an accident.

I shot a look at Monster, gauging his reaction to being called a lost puppy, but my eyes landed on Cyber who was smirking. “But I have no idea who that guy is.” He gave a chin jerk at Cyber who stiffened at my back. “He’s a…” I chewed on my lip. “An old friend.” “The way he is touching you doesn’t look like he's an old friend.” “That’s because I'm not.” Cybers bulk moved closer, curving his chest to my back, and the hand on my hip squeezed. “You have a boyfriend?” There was real outrage in my date’s voice. “You didn't mention anything about a boyfriend. I don’t want any trouble.”

Giovanni said, tasting the sound of the word on his tongue with a boyish grin that made him look younger. “Oh, your boyfriend is right here. Have you seen my boyfriend around? He’s around my height and super hot. You’ll know ‘im when you see ‘im,” I replied. It was oddly domestic. We were always often domestic, and it had only served to make me more in pain because I’d been firmly convinced that he simply didn’t realize what we were doing, and I was flying solo. “I might have seen a super hot guy somewhere here. I got one in my arms right now.”

I swiped away again. After a full loop, none of them quite hit the mark. They were close, but never quite right. I was just about to give up and close the app when a button tucked in the corner caught my eye. "Create Your One and Only." A custom AI, built from scratch… A boyfriend made entirely for me? The temptation was almost cruel. I spent my days bending over backward for clients who changed their minds every five minutes. All I wanted at night was to finally be the one calling the shots.

The night before our big offline meetup, my roommate took one look at my internet boyfriend's photo and declared it was a fake. "Using a stolen photo for an online romance? He's definitely insecure and too ugly to show his real face!" The next day, my boyfriend texted: [Sorry, something came up at the last minute. Can you wait half an hour?] I breathed a sigh of relief because I had just been notified about an exclusive expert lecture on campus. Word was, the speaker was an academic powerhouse, and the university had paid a fortune to secure him. I snagged a seat in the front row. But the moment I looked up at the podium, my stomach dropped. Why did this famous scholar look so much like

For the seven years that my boyfriend, Jason Carpenter, has been suffering from an avoidant attachment disorder, he has never once initiated a conversation with me. It doesn't matter whether I'm discussing something major or trivial with him. His only responses to me are either "1", to mean that he agrees, or "2", to mean that he disagrees. Even when I hold up a pregnancy test showing two lines right in front of his face, he merely hums in a flat tone before turning around and heading off to work. My best friend, Stella Powell, once tried talking sense into me. She said, "A man like that is worse than an air conditioner. He doesn't care whether you're feeling hot or cold. What's even the

"Oh, right. Didn't you tell me a few days ago that you were seeing someone? What about this boyfriend of yours? When are you going to introduce him to me?" A mysterious smile spread across Gwen's face. "He's still away on business in Triamar, so he can't come back just yet. I told you we met online, remember? We're in a long-distance relationship. "Let me tell you, he's absolutely gorgeous, and he has an eight-pack! His face and physique are exactly my type! And the best part? He's such a gentleman. He's thoughtful, considerate, and always knows exactly what to say to make me happy. Ever since we met online, I haven't been able to stop smiling!"

I said. "Anything." "What are we?" Cole turned to look at me. "What do you mean?" "I mean... are we boyfriends? Are we just... seeing each other? What are we?" Cole thought about it for a long time. "I don't know," he said. "But I know I love you. And I know I'm not going anywhere." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I have." I looked at him. His gray eyes. His tired face. His messy hair.

My online boyfriend, Adrian Ferro, lost a bet at a private casino. And what he'd put up to cover it was me. He added me to a group chat with 100 heirs from New York's biggest mafia families. The group announcement was impossible to miss. "Luca De Santis has won a mystery girlfriend. Weight: 200 pounds." Right after that, someone posted a photo of me from high school, squeezed into a formal gown. In the photo, I was practically bursting out of it. The group chat blew up. "Adrian, did you just give Luca a sow?" "At the charity gala tomorrow night, Luca has to do the couples' challenges with her." Another betting pool opened almost immediately: would I dare show