The Boyfriend Game Novels & Stories

I paused when I saw his eyes widen as I spoke. " I really would love it if you would be my boyfriend - for two weeks, a week, a few days... Even if it's for a day - even if you just get to be called my boyfriend officially just for a day, I don't care." I said and licked my lips nervously as he stared at me. I knew whenever I licked my lips it turned him on, but I wasn't doing this on purpose. His face suddenly turned into a frown and he passed his hands through his hair.

Why did it feel like I was the one who’d been caught? I hadn’t done anything wrong. If anyone was at fault, it was Nate. He’d ignored me—his girlfriend—and driven some other girl home. Shawn noticed Nate too. “That man looks like he might murder me… is he your boyfriend?” Before I could speak, Nate answered for me. “Yes, I’m her boyfriend, Nate Hart. And you are…?” He extended his hand politely toward Shawn—but his face said anything but polite. Shawn froze for a beat, then a mischievous grin spread across his face.

If I was going to be involved in his life, I had to know what I was up against. “What’s a boyfriend?” Luc tilted his head to the side, and I couldn't help but chuckle when Amara’s questions came tumbling to the front of my mind. She had looked exactly the way he did right at the moment, and I concluded right there and then that maybe it was a toddler thing! I glanced outside to find Kenya deep in conversation with whoever was on the other end of the line. "A boyfriend is..." I rubbed my suddenly sweaty hands and searched for the best possible answer. "-he is mommy's special friend. He takes care of Mommy and you, he buys Mommy flowers..."

"Who is that guy, Anya? The man who is going to propose to you? Have you known each other before?" "We know each other, Dad, he's Anya's boyfriend." "What the hell, An, if you have a boyfriend why haven't you told mom and dad? Do you not think of us anymore?" "Mom, calm down first, let's listen to Anya's explanation." "Mom, Dad, before Anya apologizes if she has disappointed you for the fact that Anya said earlier. It's not that Anya wants to hide all of this, but because our conditions are not possible, so we agreed to keep our relationship a secret."

He asked calmly, and I scoffed. I didn't want to give him an audience. He stared at me intensely as though he wanted to devour me. "What do you mean? I have never been your girlfriend," I snorted and pushed his hand away from mine. He staggered backward and rubbed his hands. My heart skipped in fear as he stood before me at his intimidating height. "What do you mean? You asked me to be your boyfriend so why are you denying me?" He asked coldly, and I swallowed hard. "I thought I told you it was a game and it has ended. Hasn't it?" I asked as I tried to get rid of the fear that washed over me.

"Why don't you just go to her and tell her to stop all this? Why do you try to make me feel bad about the way you two connect? Why do you think I'm going to feel bad, to start the conversation?” "I never knew if you would be affected or not so "I spoke in an innocent tone, Colton rolled his eyes. "I'm serious, Colton. As far as I knew, you were fake boyfriends. It's not my fault if they decided that from one moment to the next they would become more than friends.” "You know very well that we are just friends.” "No, Colton, I don't know. All I see is you together, as a happy couple.” "And why does it bother you?”

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!”

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.

The pain of feeling guilty even when you aren’t, is a different kind of pain that no one could ever understand except you yourself and I was going through the same pain which was almost invisible but hurting me deep inside. “I need some champagne to celebrate this,” she demanded to me. I nodded my head as this was so much of happy moment for me and I was going to agree for whatever she would ask me today. And then, my phone beeped. It was him. ‘SO HOW DO YOU LIKE THE SURPRISE? DO YOU LOVE IT?’ So, it was him. It was all him. It was my boyfriend who did all of this. I couldn’t help but the long series of tears rolled down my eyes and I started to cry out as loudly as I can.

The next moment, she hugged him with her arms around his waist and looked into his eyes, cupping his face with her own hands and spoke the words she had almost spoken when she turned eighteen," Adi Grenier, I like you and want to be with you. Will you be my boyfriend? If you agree, I promise to not even look at any other man because you are perfect for me." A joy that she had never seen on his face seemed to light up from inside him and his hands on her face trembled as he pulled her even closer, crushing him to her and whispered," Yes, I'll be your boyfriend. You are the only girl for me. I have been yours since the first time you crushed me in chess."