The Expert Boyfriend Snatcher Novels & Stories

he says softly, making my stomach do flips. “Takes one to know one,” I say, attempting to be sassy. My boyfriend sees right through it. He leans forward, pressing his lips to mine and slowly deepens the kiss until I’m clinging to him and whimpering with a need that is becoming more powerful and much, much harder to resist. He pulls away, nipping playfully at my lip. “Get to work, Sphinx.” “Aye, aye, Sir. Just send me the name and any information you have on this guy and I’ll get started.

Mike snapped at them while he held Tristan's hand and pulled him closer to his body. The media knows that he doesn't give a shit like Nicholas. Mike snaked his hand to Tristan's waist, making the boy's eyes go wide in his socket. “This is Tristan Bailey, my boyfriend. I love him so much that when I heard that bastard have been stalking him for a while now, I couldn't take it and think of giving him my piece of shit. I just warned him to stay away and not to appear in front of my boyfriend again because I fucking hate it.

So she has to be as smart and cunning as possible. "We are someone who your boyfriend has done a lot of evil to. We are here to make him pay and you are the perfect bait to catch him." The boss explained to her. She scoffed, "I didn't know I had a boyfriend. Mind telling me who my boyfriend is?" They all looked at each other. Some are starting to get annoyed by the spoilt brat in front of them. They're starting to think they got the wrong person. "How dare you talk back like that?" Someone fired at her.

Humiliation burns hot across my skin. Tears stream down my face. This is degrading. Dehumanising. And all I can think is that if Zanthe wasn’t caged behind the block I’m holding, she’d take control and bite his dick clean off. The thought almost makes me choke. But I can’t. He’s, my boyfriend. I’m supposed to do this for him. I have to. “You’re so good at this,” he groans, thrusting harder. “Goddess, Zahra, your mouth is so fuckable.”

Knox dropped my hand bringing his own up to hold the side of my jaw, tilting my head back to look at him. "I only agreed to be your fake boyfriend so Olivia could have a great Christmas with our parents gone. That is why I accepted doing this. But," his green eyes locked with mine and never looked away. "after being around you and learning who you are, I don't want your money....I want you. " I took a shaky breath. "You do?" "Yes I do." He let out a small chuckle. "I want you and your sassy comebacks, your no-shit attitude, your crazy and loud family. Somehow in a matter of a week you have bewitched me Aubrey Lynn."

"My problem, funny you ask that you old boyfriend snatcher!" Boyfriend what? "I think you've got the wrong person, lady. Who the heck is your boyfriend?!" "My boyfriend is Sebastian Evans and you took him from me, you freaking stole him from me, you thief!" She clamored, wanting to charge at me but the other lady held her back.

My baby face probably screamed confusion. Scarlett turned to the man glaring at us. His face was so dark it looked like the bottom of a burnt pan. She smiled faintly. “Mr. Robinson, since we’ve run into each other, let me introduce you. This is my new boyfriend, James Parker.” “Scarlett Taylor!” he snapped, cold rage flashing in his eyes. “Do you really expect me to believe you just dragged some random guy here to act like your boyfriend?” “Whether you believe me or not doesn’t matter,” she said lightly, blinking playfully. “But I’m heading off on a date with him, so if you’ll excuse us, I’d appreciate no interruptions.”

"Does Miss Snow want to know who my boyfriend is?" Nicole raised an eyebrow, deliberately playing along. "I’m quite curious, Miss Evans. Do you dare to tell me who he is?” Feeling displeased, Lisa nearly blurted out, "My boyfriend is Tristan—" "That’s enough." Tristan’s face darkened as his gaze landed on the necklace Lisa was wearing. "Miss Evans, today is my wife’s birthday. We’re not interested in who your boyfriend is." "Mr. Ford, I was just wondering who’s more devoted—my boyfriend to me, or you to Miss Snow?" Lisa said, unwilling to back down but not daring to say more outright.

His grip was firm, and it made my hand ache. When we got downstairs, I jerked my hand away. "Ouch! Stop!" I rubbed my wrist and snapped, "Say what you need to say already!" Suddenly, Jason pulled me close, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Winter, I've figured it out. That day when you woke up, you asked me who I was, right? Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Jason Patel, and I'm your boyfriend." At that instant, our heartbeats thudded violently, echoing between us. In the depths of his bloodshot eyes, all I could see was me.

I'm presuming this is the asshole boyfriend! I'm desperate to get rid of the smirk on the attractive boy's face. He has the audacity to touch what is mine. Because of the change in my manner, I can see Kyle on full alert as well. He knows I'm going to unleash my wrath on this jerk any minute now. "Elliot, this is Matt, my boyfriend. Matt, this is Elliot, my dearest best friend, who I'm telling you about." And fuck if I don't see red right now. I'm the best friend. The fucking best friend only, while the asshole is the boyfriend. I so badly want to kill the person who invented the word best friend! When can I ever get out of this best friend zone?