My Online Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Zach asks, I just roll my eyes at him, he's not babysitting me, I don't need a babysitter. "No Matty is my boyfriend" I tell him with a pout. "He can be your boyfriend, don't be stupid. Your mate is James" Zach says like I'm stupid, I rolled my eyes at him again, he's the stupid one not me. "He's my boyfriend, James is my daddy" I tell him with another eyes rolling.

He squeezed her chin hard and asked "Who is he, is he one of our servant staff or is there someone from the surrounding area?!!" Jenny felt pain in her chin, she jerked his hand "You are so persistent, but still let me tell you, I met him online and today is our first date," she smiled and said, "I had posted the scene here on I*******m, seeing that the local boy from here approached me and we became friends on online, we both have a date now and today we will meet each other face to face for the first time." "Are you mad?!" He grabbed her forearm and squeezed it roughly "The online friendship is fine, but how can you date such a guy whom you have never met before and don't know anything abo

“Why?” “I’m sorry?” “Why did it have to be me?” “I’m deeply sorry,” He truly was. But you see, this guy never does things on anybody’s terms. Wale saw tears run down Seven’s cheeks. “Boy, are you crying?” Wale wanted to put around Seven’s shoulders. He figured it would be too much. How do you deal with a teenager who just found out that his online girlfriend is a catfish? “What’s the guy’s name?” Seven asked, sniffing back the tears.

I said, smiling, before taking my leave. As I made my way down the hallway to my lecture hall, my phone dinged with a notification. Swiping it open, I saw that my test coordinator had sent me an email, stating that my tests were to take place online in three days. Niccolo really wasn't joking when he told me that he had connections in my school. Before I could respond to his email, my boyfriend's text came in. “No more stress now, am I right?” “You handsome rascal. Thanks by the way.” I typed back, grinning from ear to ear.

I didn't have an answer for that, as much as I truly wanted to climb out of my misery. One night, a little more than two weeks after my semi-argument with my dad about why he doesn't like me, I was up late. I couldn't sleep. All I could do was toss and turn just like the thoughts in my head. But I decided something. I needed to get my father out of my damn head. And the only way I could think of to do that was to try to get a boyfriend. So I signed up for an online dating service.

Is he my boyfriend? We’ve only known each other a few weeks. A couple of dates, a handful of unexpected office drop-ins—boy, he really does love a good pop-in—and one night of absolutely mind-blowing sex, after which he ghosted out before sunrise and sent brunch like a concierge. So yeah. Boyfriend? Questionable. Brunch sender? Confirmed. I cross the room and plop down at my desk, then reach for my phone. There’s only one person who needs to hear about this, stat.

"I'm not salty! I was pissed and worried. I want to see you…now!" I scoffed, wondering why the hell he was making that so compulsory. "I can't. I'm not in my room, and it's not nice to do this here." "Where are you? Your boyfriend's place? You're supposed to be my exclusive Kitten. I paid for that…you're just mine." I almost chuckled at that reply, but I texted back. "I'm your exclusive online, not in reality, and yes…I'm at my boyfriend's place in his bathroom, so it won't be nice if he finds out I'm sneaking out to chat with you. I'll talk to you tomorrow when I'm home."

And I wasn't someone people could push around. I also had a strong desire in every sense of the word. After I took the SATs, I spent every day glued to my phone, scrolling through good-looking guys. Whether it was lean jocks, sunshiney golden-retriever guys, or cold, off-limits upperclassmen, I hit like and saved every single one. The more I scrolled, the more excited I felt and the more restless I became. So, I started dating a hot guy online named Logan Wright. He was one year older than me and was currently in college.

A friend of mine sent me an Instagram video. I clicked on it and watched as a couple playfully doted on each other. The guy fed the girl a strawberry with his mouth, then embraced her lovingly. I was about to exit the video out of boredom when the guy turned his head, and I froze. He looked just like my boyfriend, Julian Lawrence. Julian had been dabbling in social media ever since he graduated, though he was far from famous. His content mostly consisted of selfies, and I'd never seen him post any videos.

His gaze lingered on my lips, and I found myself holding my breath, uncertain of whether I wanted him to kiss me or not. I haven’t had my first kiss yet, but I once had an online boyfriend for two months. Our relationship didn’t last that long because he started asking for nudes, and I couldn’t send him any. After a long, restless moment, his slender fingers grasped the card Vincenzo had given me, yanking it from my hand. "You are very stupid to have accepted this," he remarked. "I can't believe a pure-hearted and innocent peasant like you would be interested in becoming a stripper. You don’t fail to amaze me every day."