The Boyfriend Game Novels & Stories

Zayn invited everyone to take a seat and looked toward Queenie, “It has been a long time since we last met, Queenie!” Queenie smiled shyly. “It’s been long.” Zayn took a glance without changing his expression. “This is?” Queenie explained, “This is my boyfriend, Kayson Yarde.” The corner of Zayn’s eyes twitched, and his gaze turned colder at once. “Queenie, you’re the only one with a partner tonight here. You’re going to have to punish yourself by taking three shots!” Queenie nodded. “Sure thing, sure thing!”

“Yvana, is this some sick game. I’ve watched p**n growing up all my life and this isn’t how three some works. What you’re doing is satisfying yourself from watching your boyfriend eat me up that’s different. We’re supposed to fucking do this together.” “And who do you think you are to tell me how this should work?” “Oh please he’s not even your boyfriend.” And that got me the first slap I’ve ever had in a while. I think it brought a few lose screws in me back

She crossed her arms and said, “Who said that Eugene is yours? Eugene is my boyfriend.” “B-Boyfriend?” Marcus stuttered. He looked at Eugene and whispered, “Do you know what a boyfriend is? A friend that is a boy?” Eugene answered him, “A special friend that is a boy, I guess.” “Really?” Marcus replied. He looked at Sesali and said, “No! You are not! I am Eugene’s boyfriend!” “Oh my gosh!” Sesali gasped. “Are you an idiot? You can’t be Eugene’s boyfriend. Let go of his hand!”

"I, Ferdinand Alexander 'Sandro' Alfonzo Mercado do solemnly swear to you that I will diligently execute the position of a boyfriend, and will, to the best of my ability, uphold my love, and support every little thing you does neglecting your crazy but cute attitude and to live each day with you with all my heart. Will you be my girl?" There she stood like a doll, she remained still and did not even try to react to my confession. Am I not good enough to be her boyfriend? Everyone says that I am the nation's choice. How can she not choose me?!

The principal called Casey and her friends for a discussion, but Ariana knew they would likely escape any serious punishment due to their influential status, especially Casey, who was dating Zach, the son of a prominent and powerful man. Zach, the most handsome and richest teenager around, stood at an impressive 6'2" with a commanding presence. His striking appearance, chiseled features, and piercing grey eyes made him captivating to many. Despite his mesmerizing looks, Ariana knew that he was also a bully and a jerk, just like his girlfriend. Zach had even gone to the extent of getting a math teacher fired for giving Casey a failing grade. Summoning her courage, Ariana walked into Casey's b

I heard them the moment I stepped into the house. They were loud. I stood in the doorway, closed my eyes, listened, and tried to guess the girl. It had become a little game of mine. A girl has to entertain herself somehow. The moan that floated down the stairs was high pitched and dramatic, with that particular performance quality. It was too easy. "Yep. That's definitely Daisy." My boyfriend was upstairs. With Daisy. Again.

In the center of it all, was my boyfriend, Gabe Jefferson who had somehow managed to turn our house into a pig sty in the one week I was gone. he had not even heard me come into the room since he was playing a video game and he had his headset on. I walked into the living room with my shoes on (because who knew what kind of nasty infection I could get if I walked barefoot on the sticky filthy floor) and went to stand in front of the tv screen. That was the only way that could get his attention. When he saw me he said, “Oh hey babe! No, not you Michael. I’m talking to my girlfriend. Give me a few minutes. I’m pausing the game.”

Defeated, enervated, and hopeless, I sat with Timothy on a bench away from the main rides. “I am sorry it didn’t work out,” began Timothy. “Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care about you anymore. It’s better to move on.” “What! Why would you say that?” I overreacted. It was stupid to assume that the stranger next to me would know everything. “He is still very much in love with me. It’s a game we’re playing.” “A game for what?” “Well. It’s complicated.” I crossed my legs and locked my joined hands on my knee. “My friend thinks that my boyfriend, Desmond, is the jealous type. Amid our date, he discovered it and proposed a fun challenge to see who was the jealous one among us.”

“So, where is your highly irresponsible boyfriend?” Killian's gaze was intense enough to drill inside my head. I sucked in a sharp breath. “He couldn't make it.” “Such a shame.” Amusement danced on his lips as he stepped closer. “But are we truly talking about your boyfriend? Or a meaningless date?” What kind of a game was that? And what was he trying to achieve? I ground my teeth. “Does it matter?” He breathed out a chuckle. “I suppose it doesn't as long as he's not here.” I forced myself still as he studied me. “May I know your name?”

“The loser wasn’t alone. She had this huge guy who showed up and…” “What?” My heart skipped at what Fiona just said. “A guy? There was a man with her?” “Yes, there was. The man was… well I don’t want to say it, but I think he’s her boyfriend.” Boyfriend? No, this can’t be true. Eve has a boyfriend already? But the last game isn’t up to a week! How can she have a man all of a sudden?!