Notorious Loverboy Novels & Stories

Yes_you_suck FINE! IWENTTOMEETTRISTAN! Noah's_wifey WHAT WAS THAT? Yes_you_suck I.WENT.TO.MEET.TRISTAN. I_pooped YES! I KNEW IT! Yes_you_suck DON'T GET TOO EXCITED. I JUST HAD TO RETURN HIS HANDKERCHIEF! I_pooped THE ONE WITH WHICH LOVER BOY WIPED YOUR TEARS? Yes_you_suck SOPH, HE IS WITH ANNA...

Robert nodded as he added, "Yeah, now that he knows how much he loves it, a good little fuckboy like him is going to need to suck our hard cocks every chance he has to make up for all the years of his life that he's wasted thinking he wanted girls. Poor fuckboy should have known that he loved a hard cock."

So She do not deserve any special treatments. 💭It’s NANCY Mark!! That same girl whom you saw years ego. And fall for her innocence. You can't break Kevin’s trust. He's all what you have have your side. You cannot hurt NANCY at any cost Manik. Do you get that!! 💡Ohh you both shut up!! I'm The Mark Robinson and I know how to get the thing I want. When I said I'll make her mine tonight then she will be MINE tonight only.

The moment they left, I started to consider if Jamie was only pretending to be a bad boy or if this is just an act. After a few more minutes of trying to get to know him, for instance, like his hobby, he loves football and art, would you have thought the bad boy could draw. His favourite food is macaroni and cheese. Jamie's dad is a billionaire, and he loves macaroni and cheese. I thought he would be a spoiled rich boy who picks on people, but I guess I judged him before getting to know him. Even though I wanted to know more, I felt tired, so I told him I was getting sleepy, and we called it a night.

"Yeah, she is. She'll do whatever it takes to be part of this world. Ava is just a gold digger, willing to do anything for money." My heart sank as their words hit me like a punch to the gut. The man I thought I loved was agreeing with their cruel assessment. "But why did you choose Ava in the first place?" another voice chimed in—Leo, the playboy. "There must be hundreds of girls you could choose from."

Loverboy # 4: "I'm - I'm - I'm… I'd rather not say." Host: "What would you prefer, sex or chocolate?" Loverboy # 1: "Sex, of course!" Loverboy # 2: "Sex." Loverboy # 3: "Sex." Loverboy # 4: "Chocolate." Host: "Are you naughty or nice?" Loverboy # 1: "Naughty." Loverboy # 2: "I'm nice." Loverboy # 3: "I'm not sure what to say here, but I can be stern and nice depending on who I talk to."

In a split second, I slid myself through one of the darkest areas sandwiched between two bricked structures. “Dang, that chick sped off like a demon. What’s the rush, anyway?” A pitchy teenage boy shook his multilayered chin. “You shouldn’t go after her, dude. I heard her boyfriend is Tyrone. You do not want to mess with that guy,” said the deep voiced teenager. “I don’t know what she sees in him. That guy is no good for her. I heard that he has a trail of ladies he keeps with him and has a mean streak with wolves. The howls kept me up all night.”

"Mr. Woodseaves, I beg you! We only have one son! If he goes to jail, how will we live out our days? He's a graduate of a top university… a company executive! Don't let his future be ruined!" She turned her pleading toward me as I lay on the stretcher. "Katie, do your years of love together mean nothing to you? Can't you find it in your heart and ask your brother for mercy? I'm begging you!" Lying there, I watched their ugly show with cold clarity. Years of "love"? Yes, I had once believed our bond unbreakable. I had given myself to him through late-night study meals, shared ambitions, and startup struggles. He repaid me… by colluding with his childhood sweetheart to trap me in a burning car

“Take it all. This is just the first taste. Only the beginning. I’ll ruin you for anyone else. You are mine—body and soul, every part, forever.” Crushing his mouth back to mine, swallowing every sound, claiming and marking me completely, I knew he meant every word. This wasn’t just desire. This was possession, obsession, dark twisted love defying every rule and boundary. It was wrong, forbidden, dangerous… and the most right thing I had ever felt. He tasted like fire, chaos, and home. He felt like chains and freedom all at once. I realized I didn’t just want him—I craved him, addicted to the way he touched, the way he looked at me like I was his whole world.

Her boyfriend's name sounded so familiar that I couldn't resist asking more about her lover boy. "Knight? Who?" "Why are so desperate to kn-" "-Just tell me" "Knight Adriatico. He's the only son of a well-known businessman." Now I know where I heard that name. That son of a bitch!