My Online Boyfriend Novels & Stories

“Well, since you don’t have a date and my girlfriend broke up with me about twenty minutes ago for some guy she met online, why don’t we have a dance?” Sade raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “She really broke up with you at the dance for some guy online?” “Sure did,” he said with a shrug. “Apparently, he’s 23, lives in a lakefront apartment downtown, drives a Porsche, and is ‘living the dream.’ At least, that’s what she says. I told her if he’s doing all that online and she’s never met him, it’s probably a scam. She told me to shut up and called me stupid. Then she walked off. But you know what? It’s fine. She wasn’t that bright anyway.”

It was a message from my online friend, Gigi. Gigi: [The other day, you mentioned seeing a psychologist who suggested you find a boyfriend; maybe it would help with your emotional excess. How's that going?] I thought for a moment, then typed my reply: [I had someone in mind, but now I've decided to change that. What about you? Didn't you say you added your crush on WhatsApp? How's the conversation going?] Gigi was a little troubled. [It's just okay. After adding him, I didn't feel like talking much. I still enjoy chatting with you more.]

Mocking me. Simon. My boyfriend. The mαn I’d been dαting online for the pαst two months. The sweet guy who sent good morning texts αnd αsked αbout Ryαn like he αlreαdy cαred. The one who tαlked αbout flying down to meet me. The one I’d promised myself I wouldn’t disappoint. And yet here I wαs… nαked under Killiαn’s shirt… used‚ ruined‚ αnd hollow αll over αgαin.

Talk about anything you like and it will listen empathically to you. Unlike most other chatbots, My Dream Boyfriend has intuition. It uses a set of pre-programmed responses and also learns from human input. This means that you need to be online to talk – the app needs to communicate with servers in order to provide you the most immersive experience. You can opt whether to type or speak – yes, you can assign your virtual boyfriend the voice of a famous celebrity (paid option) or a more generic one, and you will hear his replies spoken back to you.

" YOU ARE SUCH AN A**HOLE!!" I roared at Miguel, my boyfriend. Miguel and I have been dating for two years straight now and he always seems to be the perfect man whom I felt would make a good and perfect life partner, prolly I was too quick to decide.

His eyes were deep, questioning, as if he was trying to figure out if I was serious. He pulled out of me slowly, but didn’t move from where he was, his weight still pressed lightly against me. “Are you really fine with this?” he finally asked, his voice low and unexpectedly seductive. Something in his tone sent a thrill through me, and I bit my lower lip, fighting back a smile. Of course, I wanted this. The idea had been in my mind for longer than I cared to admit. I nodded, a playful smile curving my lips. “It would be fun to have an intimate relationship with my mom’s boyfriend,” I said, the words almost daring him to react.

But if he really went back to being some untouchable rich heir, I honestly had no idea how I would face him. … Over the next few days, I couldn't get hold of Calvin, which I'd expected. But now and then, he would text me, telling me to be patient and to wait for him. Unexpectedly, before I saw him again, the person I least wanted to see showed up first. I had no idea how Yvonne had managed to get my address. "So, are you together with my online boyfriend? Tell him to get over here so I can take a good look at him again," she said haughtily.

During my senior year of college, I started dating Leo Whitman online. He was the hottest guy on campus. All through winter break, he texted me every day. He kept me company while I took my grandmother to her pre-op appointments. One night, at two in the morning, he even promised that when we got back to Boston, he'd make up for all the hugs we'd missed. Then the new semester started, and we finally met at the student center. The moment Leo saw me, his face fell. He pulled out his phone, showed me a photo, and said there had been a mix-up. He'd added the wrong girl on Instagram. The girl he had a crush on was my roommate, Vivian Blake. Back in December, Leo had spotted Vivian at the school's

The day I went to meet my online boyfriend, Liam Hayes, in person, two of them showed up. One walked past me with my best friend holding his arm. "Weren't you supposed to meet someone else today? Why did you come to spend time with me instead?" "No one important. I didn’t feel like going." The other kept sending messages to my phone: "I'm sorry I'm late. Are you upset? Where are you? I don't see you." My fingertips went cold. I snapped a photo of the man from behind and sent it. "Is this you?" A brief silence followed before he replied with a selfie. The man in the photo wore the white shirt we'd agreed on. His face was the same, but his jawline was a little m

The day before I was supposed to meet my online girlfriend in person, she sent me a group photo. “Babe, guess which one is me?” Several gorgeous women were in the picture, each with a completely different vibe. I was just about to zoom in when a few translucent comments suddenly floated across my vision. ‘LMAO, this girl is ruthless. She dug up an old photo of the male lead from high school when he weighed over two hundred pounds, decided he was ugly, and now she's still pretending to be madly in love with him!’ ‘And just so she doesn't have to be the bad guy, she deliberately sent him a photo she's not even in and made him choose blindly. That's cold.’ ‘Right? She's literally making a