Open When Letters For Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Nate Donalds has survived high school by hiding behind books But when his private journal his darkest secrets, therapy struggles, and forbidden love for Cole Michaelson is exposed, the walls he built around himself shatter. Humiliation, betrayal, and bullying threaten to destroy him for good. Cole is the school’s golden boy with secrets of his own, steps in to protect Nate but at a cost. He’s bisexual, trapped in silence by his abusive father and terrified of losing everything if the truth comes out. Between stolen kisses, hidden meetings, and the relentless cruelty of high school, Nate and Cole are forced to ask: is their love strong enough to survive the lies, the fear, and the betrayal waiting to tear them apart?

Mukgu is a forever alone girl, no boyfriend since birth and no parents. She is living alone. Mukgu is envious of those girls who have boyfriends. She wants to have a perfect boyfriend and experience love. Blake is Mukgu's dream boy. He's an all girls' ideal type but he's a naughty and mean guy. But then one day, Mukgu just felt that she can't really have him because of too much depression, so she tried to search I want a perfect boyfriend" on the internet and clicked on a website which she saw from a flyer. This new weird website says that she can have her ideal boyfriend once she purchases a product from them. She took it only as a joke but the next day, her perfect boyfriend arrived from SOS planet and he's a robot. How is Mukgu going to deal with a robot boyfriend? How about her dream boy? Is she going to take the risk of falling in love with a robot? Or will she choose to stay with her dream boy?

My almost 50-year-old mother-in-law has recently gotten a new boyfriend. He's young, handsome, and has washboard abs. Just as I think she's finally hit the jackpot and found her true love, he climbs into my bed in the middle of the night…

His Sister's Boyfriend Cole Ashford is rich, ruthless on the ice, and used to getting what he wants. The one thing he can't have? His sister's boyfriend. Jay Menisa works double shifts, designs logos for scraps, and doesn't owe anyone a smile. He's dating Maya sweet, trusting, wonderful Maya. But from the first dinner, Cole and Jay lock into something that isn't quite hate. It's stares that last too long. Sarcasm that masks hunger. Accidental touches that leave both of them breathless. Cole tries to bury it. He's a hockey captain with an NHL future. He can't want a man. He can't want her man. But every time Jay laughs, every time those calloused hands wrap around a coffee cup, Cole's resolve cracks a little more. Jay knows better. He's not rich. He doesn't

Dina has always lived a complicated life so she doesn't have many friends. Her Dad is in prison, her Mom is remarried, and she spends most of her time in the streets picking pockets. Dina does this for a good reason--for a new life somewhere far away. But as she gets closer to her goal she meets David Choi, the infuriating goody-two-shoes in her new high school. He's perfect in all ways and exactly the kind of guy that Dina can't stand. But for some reason, they can't stay away from each other. And when secrets from their past begin to threaten them, sweet lies are told, and no one knows if they can get over them to finally be together.

Jade. Baby, I can explain" he said. But there can't possibly be an explanation for cheating and that alone led the twenty four year old Jade to her rushed intertwined part with Adrian Coates the renowned athlete which started with a one night stand after getting cheated on by her boyfriend on her own birthday.

In my 18 years of existence, I, Jace Keller, Jarrington High's most popular kid has everything. Not only I got the looks and built that makes the girls sweep off their feet, I am also the Keller's sole heir to their billions. Surely, I am the fantasy of the girls and envy of the boys, but I only want one thing. I want the most gorgeous girl I ever laid my eyes on. Silverwood High's official nerd! I want her! Only her! And I have to get her at all cost!

"She's mine. Of all the storage rooms in all the world, she has to walk up to mine. Even when she can't see me, she senses me. And every time she runs away from me, she ends up coming into my arms. She'll be punished. Then, she'll understand. Once a Lycan finds his mate, nothing in this world, nothing supernatural or human, will stop me from making her mine." My boyfriend isn’t human, not completely.
 He's a werewolf. To be more specific, he's a Lycan- the werewolf royalty. For over three hundred years, his family had one purpose in life. Find me, the only female born to be his. But there's only one problem. I'm a human being. The instinct of lust and desire bonds us together, but the strings of life keep tearing us apart. The impossible cross-species love. The extravaganza of life. Two restless souls. So close, yet so apart. When love becomes a curse, nobody is supposed to get out alive. But we will survive. Because lovers never die.

One sarcastic TikTok. That’s all it took to turn Lila’s perfectly average high school life into a full-blown circus. When her private joke about Jason Cole—the most popular (and most irritating) guy in school accidentally goes viral, everyone suddenly believes they’re dating. Jason, of course, plays along. Why wouldn’t he? He gets attention, free perks, and his ego boosted to the size of the football field. But now Lila’s stuck in a deal she never wanted: pretend to be Jason’s girlfriend for a month in exchange for something she needs. Simple, right? Except Jason isn’t making it simple. He’s charming when he wants to be, annoyingly sweet when she least expects it, and suddenly Lila can’t tell what’s fake and what might actually be real. High school was complicated enough without fake boyfriends, viral rumors, and confusing feelings. But falling for Jason Cole? That was never part of the plan.

I used to be a top ballet dancer. The year I was diagnosed with a spinal hemangioma, my boyfriend Julian Blackwood said, "Wherever you go, I go." We'd been together three years. He walked beside me as I went, step by step, from the most luminous dancer on that stage to a woman in a wheelchair. Every time the nerve pain hit and I collapsed, he was the one who lifted me off the floor. Every round of electrostim and acupuncture, he sat in the corridor outside the therapy room and waited for me to come out. Before I got sick, he promised me—the night I finished my final performance of Swan Lake, we'd sign the marriage license. He'd bought tickets for that show three months in advance. I never stood on that stage again. And the marriage license never came up. Until the morning I noticed the collar of his white dress shirt carried a smudge of lipstick that wasn't mine. I heard him on the balcony. A woman's voice on the other end. "Mr. Blackwood, you left your jacket at the hotel last night. I'll bring it over." I stared at that smear of red, and something in me snapped. I laughed. "Send me to Westbrook. The locked-down rehab facility. I don't want to drag you down anymore." Something flickered in his eyes—a brief, animal panic. Then he nodded. He thought I meant rest. He didn't know I'd already signed the papers to donate my body to science. I was going there to die.