Notorious Loverboy Novels & Stories

"Do you have any idea what it's like to be unloved in your own home? To give all—your body, your health, your soul—and be treated as a stranger? And now this…" I hid my face in my hands. "I can't believe this occurred." He turned to the door. "You thought it enough to cry in my arms last night." It rendered me speechless. "I've seen your type before," he continued. "The sulky, miserable ones. The dead-eyed, smile-through-it ones. You play-act until play-acting is all you're ever any good at." He pushed open the door and glanced over his shoulder at me once, smiled. Not warmly. Just

There were also shots of them on a romantic beach vacation, kissing under fireworks. [Thanks to you and that dead girl, Nick has been extra sweet to make up for it. He buys me everything and plans to announce our relationship at the hub's opening. He says his family is great and will love me. Once they approve, he'll dump you and marry me.] I sneered, replying: [You'll never get his family's approval.] Then I blocked her.

[ LOVERBOY❤] His breath hitched when he saw that name with a red heart but he calmed himself. First, he didn't open a message he didn't want to misunderstand again. But again a message popped up on her screen. He looked at the screen and hesitated a bit. What if she is really cheating on me? Who is this loverboy? Is he the same guy whom he saw in the park? His heart was beating fast, he was getting nervous, his palm was sweating hard, it feels like he is going for a contest.

He kept an impeccable grade point average while also acting as an advocate for others who were victimized by a particular group of jocks. Over the entirety of his first year of college, he had a propensity to be a hopeless romantic. How do I know? During that time, he was dating my best friend. Flowers or chocolate were his go-to gifts for me on holidays and special events like Valentine's Day and my birthday, respectively. Not only did he give me items for Christmas, but he also took me to fancy places. He was concerned about my health and inquired how I was doing, which shows his level of concern. To put it more succinctly, he was an excellent human being in every respect. Together, we wen

I followed suit, revealing myself to his burning gaze. “Well, let her,” I replied as our lips met, the world outside fading away. At that moment, nothing else mattered—nothing except the here and now. To love a gangster is to embrace the unknown, to be ready to cross every boundary, to stand firm even when the world seems against you. "I love you, my gangster," I whispered between kisses, my voice filled with pride. He paused, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze filled with a longing that mirrored my own, an unspoken promise of forever.

I mean, I can be who I am around her with no one judging me, and I guess that made our bond stronger. “Damn, son!” Zach whispered awestruck as he glued his eyes on Valentine and Valerie. Valentine was one of the few guys in this school that have been hit by puberty real hard. He has this average masculine build that quite familiar to every jocks, his eyes were strikingly and uniquely dyed jet black that seemed to pull you close like a black hole whenever you stare at it, his lips were so kissable, and of course, he got that style that seemed attractive mostly for insecure girls. He’s basically the definition of perfection in close comparison to Adonis, but he’s definitely a sworn fuckboy and