Prep Boyfriends Webtoon Novels & Stories

She'd always wanted to be a formula one racer but her parents wouldn't let her. Hannah chuckled at my words. The rest of the ride was Hanah and I singing loudly to Taylor Swift's songs. **"* "So, when's the rest of yiur6stuff coming?" Hannah asked as soon as she opened the door to her apartment. "This is all of my stuff." I frowned. "You remember I am incredibly poor don't you?" I asked and she rolled her eyes at me. "Not for long because I got you a job in school, a high paying one. My boyfriend works there too,"

That was the first full sentence I ever said in minutes. Cole gave a slothful nod. "Sooooo....." He rotated his head to the back and saw Kieran strolling towards us. "Who's that guy?" I lifted my eyelashes to take in Kieran's appearance as he took slow strides to meet me here. One way I could win Cole was to let him know that I have moved on and gotten into another relationship. I rolled my eyes to Cole and simpered "He's my boyfriend" He creased his brows "What?"

Uncle cocks didn’t throb at the thought of their nephews. The way my cock throbbed in my pants wasn’t something uncles did. “Y-Yes. Are you not his uncle?” she asked. I shook my head, glaring toward Jordan. “Not at all.” “Then what are you to him?” she asked. The blender stopped. “I’m his boyfriend,” I said out loud, not caring how it sounded. The urge to claim Jordan was insanely high. Fuck me for going out of my mind. “Holy shit!” two voices exclaimed in unison. They stared like I’d grown an extra head.

Jay . POV. When I woke up it was 4:00 pm. It was sufficient enough of the time for me to get ready. I quickly took a shower and after applying body moisturizer I decided to wear High Density black cotten half shirt and light khaki SL strong cargo pants. I decided to style my hair into messy Fringe and after that I put on black shoes and then took my walet and handkerchief and left for the coff*e shop with my bike keys. I quickly wore a helmet and started the roaring engine and left with thrill on my mind. When I reached the coff*e shop I parked my bike in the parking area and got down. I deposited the helmet in the locker area provided by the parking lot and gave the f*e and took the token.

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On Valentine's Day, I told my boyfriend, Cyrus Medford, that I wanted to break up with him because he's often not at home. He even told me that he was a monster in a survival game and needed to return to the game occasionally just to punish the players. What a joke! As if anyone would believe such far-fetched lies! Let's not talk about the fact that survival games didn't exist in this world. There was absolutely no way monsters would develop an eight-pack, nor would they demand hugs and kisses from me every day and torment me in bed all the time.

I looked into my phone for the one hundredth time since I got up just barely half an hour ago, waiting for that one particular text from Rowan my boyfriend of three years but there was nothing to be seen. No text, No call, Nothing. With a sad pout, I tossed my phone back onto my sheets and attempted pulling myself up from bed to go take a piss but launched myself back towards my phone like a lunatic when I heard it buzz. My anticipation was really cut short when it wasn't Rowan but my Best friend Valerie calling. I had just woken up and didn't think I could handle over and Hour's conversation with her just yet, so I chose to ignore the call after writing myself a mental note to return her ca

The day before the start of a new semester, Gianna Sutton, my online girlfriend, tells me she lost me to her best friend in a dice game. I haven't even figured out what's going on when she suddenly adds me to the group chat with more than a hundred people. I notice the newly made announcement pinned to the top. "Congratulations to Natalia, our campus belle, for winning herself a 220-pound boyfriend!" Just then, someone posts a photo of me from high school. I am wearing an oversized uniform in the photo, my stomach pushing against the desk before me. I am so overweight that my eyes are barely visible. Those in the group chat immediately go wild. "That thing can't be human! It's clearly a

“I’m not sad.” “You’ve been staring at that same sweater for ten minutes.” I looked down at my hands. I was holding the gray hoodie—Ethan’s hoodie, the one I’d never been able to throw away. “Old boyfriend,” I said quietly. Chloe didn’t pry. She just nodded and said, “I have one of those too. His name was Mark. He told me he loved me and then kissed my best friend at prom.” I blinked. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” She shrugged, but her eyes were soft. “It gets easier. Not all at once. But eventually.”

“What?! I’m just trying to be the responsible one here!” Aaron left his set with a charming smile and came to sit on my desk. I looked up at him enjoying the dancing affection in his eyes. “I know you’re responsible, I am trying to be too but missing one day of Prep isn’t going to cause the school to shut down.” He looked up and caught Siobhan’s gaze, his eyes teasing, “Unless the girls are afraid we will beat them in their own game.” “Hell no,” was the consensus from all the girls.