Protective Boyfriends Novels & Stories

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."

She cursed and all the four boys did not wasted any second before they came forward between me and her, protecting me, being my shield. "I would kill you if you call her that one more time." Lorenzo warned through clenched teeth. "And, I would not stop him." Marcus added, his gaze holding her scared one, fiercely. "We would only help them." Lucas and Rowan added in unison. I could not help but smile at the realisation that from now on no matter what happens, I sould always have these people as my protectors. Tears threatened to fill my eyes at the overwhelming feeling but I controlled them for another moment because this is not the one.

Aiden said, his voice full of urgency as if this was a matter of life and death. "Strong boyfriends?" Leo and Felix echoed, frowning in confusion. Aiden nodded vigorously, his eyes wide. "Yeah. Unfortunately, we both have girlfriends, so we made a deal that we will not fall for our girlfriends and... be like, you know, the whipped boyfriends." His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper at the last part, as if being a ‘whipped boyfriend’ was the worst fate imaginable. Before anyone could react, Susan launched a pillow right at Aiden’s face, her aim perfect.

"In fact, he's not my anything. It's over. And I don't wanna talk about it." "Hey, okay." his voice was gentle now and in a second he was up and hugging me again. The security I felt in his arms was something I surely never get over with. My lids fell, leaning into his hold and allowing myself to relax. "I didn't mean to pry too much." he muttered into my hair. "I just hate that now that you're more exposed I'm not around to protect you. Like with this mysterious not-boyfriend of yours." "I can take care of myself, thank you very much. You don't need to scare a poor guy away."

He carried me on his back when I sprained my ankle, teased me about my first crush and threatened to murder the boy who broke my heart. He was my bestfriend. He had always been the overprotective big brother — my safe place when our parents were away. And now, he's my mate? No way! I staggered back, pressing my hand to my chest and muttering repeatedly to myself. “It’s not real. This isn't real.” Who was I kidding? Everything was real. The same bond that had pulled wolves together for centuries. The same bond meant to being love and not this twisted nightmare; thrummed between us

Now she'd think I'm weird. "I have three boyfriends: my dad, my brother, and my best friend, Neo. They are so protective of me which is unnecessary because boys aren't my thing. You wanna know what my thing is? Cars, guns, bombs, colors. Have you seen my hair? Isn't it beautiful? Dad said I only have two more weeks to enjoy my hair dyeing phase, after two weeks, he'll shave my head if I ever dye it again. That's mean, isn't it? Isn't it?"

“Paula, I made my decision. You are going to have a bodyguard and that’s that,” “What is going on; something happened, didn’t it, and now my life is at risk?” I let out a bitter chuckle. “I am never going to have a normal life, am I?” Of course, I am not. Most of my relationships never worked because I always had a bodyguard and it made all my boyfriends leave me because they felt like criminals, and as for my friends, it’s another story. You will understand why I say that when they meet my new bodyguard.

I didn't like the smirk on his face. "Because you're my mate. I have to let you know about it. Otherwise, I'll just be a filthy rich asshole who manipulates a poor girl's life, which I'm not, by the way." "A mate? You mean, a friend?" I had an unfortunate feeling about the dumbbell in his hand. "A mate is something like a soulmate. Every werewolf has got one and it's a very intimate, exclusive relationship. We found our mates as soon as we turned 20 years old. That's why I invited all the eligible girls to my birthday party."

"Yes! Even though he is not as handsome as my brothers, he gives off a comfortable vibe! His temperament is great, and he doesn't cry, shout, or get angry when others fight with him." "He's useless! A boy like him can't protect you," Evan remarked coldly while sitting on the sofa. Liora glared at Evan. "Why must it be the boys protecting me? I want to be the protector! I want to protect him!" Evan's expression turned even more solemn. "What's your relationship with him that you feel the need to protect him?" "We're classmates! We're like siblings!" Liora answered. Evan appeared displeased. "So, do you hang out with him every day?"

I didn't realize she'd be at the party too. "What?" Ryder looks at me with surprise. "Your girlfriend is staring me down," I whisper. Ryder looks even more confused. "What are you talking about?" "That girl, Cassandra or whatever, she is staring at us," I say. Ryder grins. "Cassie? She is not my girlfriend." I raise an eyebrow in disbelief. "Really? She warned me about you when we first met, and now she's giving me the evil eye." Ryder shakes his head. "Cassie is just a friend. She's a bit overprotective, but she means well. She's been looking out for me since we were kids."