No Boyfriend Problem Novels & Stories

"I, Ferdinand Alexander 'Sandro' Alfonzo Mercado do solemnly swear to you that I will diligently execute the position of a boyfriend, and will, to the best of my ability, uphold my love, and support every little thing you does neglecting your crazy but cute attitude and to live each day with you with all my heart. Will you be my girl?" There she stood like a doll, she remained still and did not even try to react to my confession. Am I not good enough to be her boyfriend? Everyone says that I am the nation's choice. How can she not choose me?!

"Yeah, I do. Lennox, you've had four other boyfriends before me, and I'm probably the worst one, without a doubt. But when it comes to sex—I'm number one, sure." "Sure," he responded, a slight quirk on his lips. Unfazed, I continued without missing a beat, "But being your boyfriend, it's just not my forte. I've been contemplating this for a while now. You deserve someone who can give you a real relationship, and I'm not that person." He shook his head once, still maintaining his calm and cool composure as he crossed his arms over his chest. "How long have you been agonizing over this?" he asked.

I woke up groggy, half squinting against the sunlight, and gave her a sleepy smile without saying a word. Back when Rhea and I were together, we couldn't even afford flowers on Valentine's Day. But she always insisted on buying me a single rose, just an ordinary one from the corner florist. Later, when she could afford anything she wanted, she never gave me flowers again. Maybe it was my silence this time that made her uneasy. She asked if I had any plans for the day.

"Why's the ...why's the writeup can I be your lover? and.. I mean I love it it's beautiful, it's just that... usually it's can I be your boyfriend or whatever?", I stuttered. He chuckled and held my hand and stroked it softly. "Charlie... boyfriend sounds like we're kids, I'm hitting 30, I don't think I need a boyfriend, I need you as my lover, my partner, I really do". Mind you, I'm still confused and trying to wrap my hands around all of this, cuz I can't believe it, I'm thinking it's some kind of prank honestly

"Is that a problem?" "How is that a problem?" She asked absent-mindedly. "Do you have friends?" "Three," I smiled, returning my eyes to the mixer. "We've been friends for over a decade now," "Tell me, do you have a boyfriend? Just curious. You don't seem like one, judging by your appearance. Although judging a book by its cover is wrong, I can tell that you are what your cover displays. So, do you have a boyfriend? I'm going to go right ahead and answer for you, no. Now I'll ask you why you don't have one,"

Shane said and Layla nodded. " Yeah.. " Layla muttered sadly. " Come on.. we got a solution already " Mirah said but Layla shook her head. " That's just the least problem being solved. They still wanna know who my boyfriend is. I obviously can't tell them Shane's one rich millionaire. What do I do? " She asked frustratedly. T B C

Nate answered, then he quickly added, "Did you ever have a boyfriend, Hannah?" "Huh?" I looked out of the window to hide my burning cheeks. Stupid of me to open the topic. "Why don't you have a boyfriend?" he asked again, and I knew I couldn't pretend to be deaf when I could almost feel his breath fanning my ears. I realized Nate asked the question in a whisper. "H-how are you sure I don't have a boyfriend?" I still tried to deny it. "You just said it, Hannah." He smiled. "So, what if I don't have a boyfriend?" I later conceded, whispering the question in shame. "It's not my problem if Mr. Right hasn't found me yet."

“What’s your problem? If you’re losing your mind, go to a doctor. I’m not a therapist. I can’t help you.” Tiana, even more furious now, jabbed her finger at me and screamed, “You’re the one with the problem! I’ll tell you what’s going on—that’s my boyfriend! "So that's who you are—a charity case my boyfriend's been supporting all this time! How dare you flaunt yourself, spending his money like that! You leech! If you don’t shut up, I’ll have you shipped off to a shabby slum where you belong!”

My hands tightened in my lap until my nails dug painfully into my palms. “I don’t have a boyfriend, Father,” I said, trying hard to keep my voice from breaking, and trying to remain respectful. “You’ve made sure of that for years. Every single guy who ever showed any interest in me, you either condemned them publicly, had them investigated, or quietly chased them away. How am I supposed to find someone suitable and actually get married in just one month?” He waved a dismissive hand, as if my concerns were trivial and childish. “That’s not your problem to solve. I’ve already thought of everything.”

He doesn't want to burden his little sister with his stupid problems. "I don't believe you-" "But," he interrupts, "there's this girl I like." "Okay. Go on." "We're friends and she's doing the same major as me. We're close and I think she sees me as her best friend. And that's where the problem is." He says with a perpetually tired voice. "That isn't a problem. Does she have a boyfriend?" Steph asks the most important question to her. "She doesn't. Her last one broke up with her about a month ago."