My Online Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"Junior year. I was just starting to get work, so stressed I couldn't sleep for nights on end. And 'you' stayed up with me, late, on the line, listening to me vent, trying everything to make me laugh." "I thought, this guy is so gentle. He really gets me." "Except none of that was you." The color drained from his face. "The person I loved was the one online who understood me, kept me company, and made room for every feeling I had. Not the Noah buried in his lab, or the one who dropped everything the second Lily called." "The offline you is dull and joyless, nothing but work and your so-called brotherly bond. Strip away that perfect program, and what's actually left for me to love?"

At my heaviest, I weighed 330 pounds. For the man I’d fallen for online, I lost 231 pounds and got down to just ninety-nine. When I finally sent my online boyfriend my first selfie, I was a nervous wreck. He’d always been distant and reserved, but that night, he suddenly became incredibly affectionate and kept me on the phone for three hours. The next day, I came across a post online. [You guys won’t believe this. My pig of a cousin is catfishing someone, and she just happened to target the guy I’ve been crushing on!] [Last night, he wouldn’t stop showing off his gorgeous online girlfriend. I was pretty upset at first, but aside from that stunning fake ph

My online boyfriend of three years wants to finally meet me in person. In my first life, I refuse. I tell him I'm not mentally ready yet. He sends me a smiley face and says, "It's okay." That night, he breaks into my apartment, ties me to a chair, and strangles me to death. "You don't even have the courage to meet me. I knew you were seeing another man behind my back." In my second life, I learn from my mistake. I dress carefully and show up right on time. He studies me gently for a moment, then suddenly throws a cup of scalding coffee in my face. "A woman meeting a man she met online this late at night? You're cheap and far too easy." Then, claiming he'

"I don't know what you mean by everything, Theo." "Tell me everything, Wren." The sigh I'd swallowed slipped out anyway. Nothing could have prepared me for a moment like this, least of all with my best friend's brother. "Owen Hale is my boyfriend. We started dating two weeks ago." "Two weeks ago," Theo repeated. "What's he like? Are you happy?" Wasn't I supposed to be? I wanted to throw the question right back at him, but I didn't. "How can you have a boyfriend, Wren?" he asked next.

he exclaimed, turning to the girl, grinning wildly. She cupped her cheeks and smiled. “You’re even rich. Jordan, that lucky bastard!” “Right. I’m the lucky one to have him as my boyfriend,” I grinned shortly, heading to a table with a good view of Jordan. “Is he even real?” I heard them whisper as I walked away. The faint voice of the girl said, “Tell me about it. He’s hot, rich, and super into Jordan.” I chuckled, not believing I was doing this. Just what the fuck was wrong with me? I’d probably need to call someone to run tests later.

“You are a high-maintenance diva.” Shit. Now I am sweating through my cute, cream jacket, while trying to appear like a composed young woman … who has it all together … and definitely isn’t selling her dignity to a hot stranger for money. Okay. He isn’t a stranger. Technically. He knows my brother. We’ve Zoomed … once. Emailed a lot. WhatsApped. Chatted most days. And he is now my boyfriend. Well, for all public appearances, social interactions, and everyone’s information, at least.

Instead, he should be the nervous one. His brow creased slightly, as if something was lodged in his throat. "You have a boyfriend?" "Yes," I answered instantly, without the slightest hesitation. "We've been in an online relationship for three years. We got engaged three months ago, and our bond is very strong." The lie sounded completely natural, almost like the truth itself. He froze, and the color slipped from his face, leaving it ghostly pale. After a long pause, he whispered, "Is that so?"

He loomed over me, his body caging me in. "If he was your online boyfriend," he growled, "then who am I?"

"There's Brylee, my cousin, her boyfriend Micah, Richy my best friend who moved with me from home and James, my boyfriend" "I guess we can rule Brylee and Richy out since your father can vouch for them" "What are you trying to say?" "I'm speculating when I say it has to be Micah or James" "I know I haven't known them for long but I can vouch for them. They're good guys", I said trying to be a good friend and girlfriend all in one. "That's the front they may put up. Do you peradventure know their surnames" "Sure. Micah Gallant and James.... Llock", I said staring at the little dots that connected the guy I really liked to this whole mystery.

How about next weekend? Ten seconds later... Hotsome: Cool. Hotsome: I checked your info. I think we have something in common. So, he checked my profile. Do these people believe in everything you post? SinDeRella: What made you think I’m stating the truth? Oh, crap! It didn’t sound friendly. Blamed me for not having a lot of dating experience. My ex was my first and only boyfriend. Hotsome: We signed up for online dating, love, so we both wanted to go out on a date, right?