No Boyfriend Problem Novels & Stories

"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,"

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!”

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."

Henry asked, but didn't bother to look around the long conference table. I waited. Asher James raised his hand. My mouth fell open. Asher was my boyfriend. We worked in the same company. I wasn't expecting him to raise his hand to an objection. All eyes turned to him. Those who knew we were in a relationship, smiled wanly. "Yes?" Henry asked. "She mentioned something about our not putting our new products on the television medium. And I tend to disagree." Henry looked at me, as if he was trying to decide whether to let Asher have his way, or let me back to my seat. He chose to leave me standing there.

Tried for them apparently, but it never happened. "I'm turning 31 years old and I have no boyfriend. No fuckboy. No male gay best friend who might also want children but doesn't have a partner. Not even a boy that's a friend. I'm not even a piece of hot ass for someone to use and abuse." I huffed. "Life is depressing."

There was no way Anthony Thorn was single, his mother probably didn't approve something about the girl. "Would you be jealous if I had one?" This time Anthony did turn to look at me, his eyes wide open "I would be mortified if I was taking you away from your boyfriend, what type of a man does that?" His hands had found their way to my shoulder. I placed my hand on it, tapping it lightly and with nonchalance "I don't think my boyfriend would mind if I got married to you" "And why is that?" "I have no boyfriend" I had no boyfriend, haven't had one for a year now and honestly did not think about having one anytime soon.

not something someone with a gun should see before their morning coffee. "No, Victoria called. They need you to come in, something about Friday night rush ." poor Will, hated Cassie going into the hospital so late, despite knowing the blonde could handle herself. He still worried about his girlfriend. William had never been in a relationship this serious or even thought himself capable of it. There were times he was terrified just thinking about it. He vaguely remembered a talk his grandfather had given him about "finding the one." He could, with complete certainty, say that Cassie was his one.

"You're so quick to judge me, but it's not like you're any better. Weren't you after Eric because he's rich? And yet, you call it true love." Lila paled before flushing. She pointed at me with a trembling finger. "You're a horrible woman, Gina." I shook my head. "Not as horrible as Eric. He's the one who pushed his girlfriend into another man's arms, treating me like some disposable object. Isn't that worse? "Lila, Jonah is my boyfriend now, and he'll stay that way. Whether you can hold on to Eric is on you. I'm not here to compete with you, nor will I sabotage you. So, you can relax."

I told her. "What do you mean?"she asked me. "Anastasia, I'm your boyfriend now right?" I asked. "Yes you are but I'm just thinking about you. Maybe you're ashamed to be with me"she replied. "Are your exes like that with you? Well, I'm not like that" I answered seriously and held her hand. I saw her smile at what I did and I was comfortable at those times even though other people were looking at us. I don't care anymore.