The Expert Boyfriend Snatcher Novels & Stories

This is the craziest thing I’ve seen with my eyes since my parents gave birth to me and it’s not an exaggeration. He slaps her ass, she squirms in front of him, jerking her ass deeper into his hard-on. My entire body trembles, I'm too stunned to move. So I stay there, watching my three-year boyfriend ravage another woman. And to think that this woman is my advisor, whenever I have a relationship problem, I rush to her, just like I did now before I found her getting screwed by my boyfriend. My throat tightens so hard it's becoming difficult to breathe.

It wasn't until her foot tripped on a stone on the ground that he finally stopped, catching her body and preventing her from falling. She regained her balance and looked up at him. His expression still seemed cold and icy, and even though she was slow to catch on, she could tell he was angry. "Who is your boyfriend?" he abruptly asked. "What?" she was taken aback, but she saw him take another step forward, getting closer to her, bending down to stare at her. "Who is your boyfriend?" he repeated, his voice icy cold. His eyes, deep and beautiful, with pitch-black pupils, were like ancient wells with no bottom, easy to get lost in once you stared into them.

because I don't think this is anything like a couple. I looked at him, just as he looked at me. His eyes begged for an answer, and my mind didn't hesitate to bring up memories of 'us'... in our most vulnerable moments, when we needed each other. The scene of the attack flashed... "—Where's a damn doctor here? —it was more an order than a demand. The situation seemed ironic to me, plus I needed to make sure nothing serious happened. —Nefertary, please, control that... —"No one controls that," my boyfriend has a better chance of living than those parasites over there who'd rather have those idiots save the dead than the living —I muttered through gritted teeth. I was literally fed up to think

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

His means were violently cruel. "He loves beautiful blonde women. Quinn, you'll save me, won't you?" A thunderclap exploded in my mind. The fragile hope I was clinging to crashed and shattered. Jackson Grant. It really was him. The little bodyguard who once ran across half of New York just because I craved a Napoleon pastry. The ex-boyfriend I slapped in public, humiliated like a dog, and abandoned without mercy. Now, my current boyfriend was actually going to sell me to this newly risen Godfather who hated me with a passion.

Honestly, it was almost too easy — I ‘d been breaking up cozy couples since junior high — but I knew losing her little Sugar Boy would really fuck with her plans so I worked setting up the trap. Amateurs to this game would assume that the hard part is getting the guy to fuck you — however, that’s the easy part — the truly hard part is getting the sorry sap to actually fuck you and leave the chick for you. It’s a double-whammy of emotional bitch-slapping that only the truly experienced can pull off. First, I needed to know what made the guy tick, so I set up a little recon. Boyfriend AKA Bradley Isaacs, was a real fanatic when it came to airsoft guns. I mean, he liked to run around like some

He took a deep breath. “What do you remember?” he asked softly. “That one moment I was at home eating ice cream, being dumped by my boyfriend, and I then-” “Boyfriend, Boyfriend!?” “Yes, pay attention, and I -” “You have a boyfriend? What’s a boyfriend, that can’t be anything good….” “Yes…. Ex-boyfriend.” “What does an axe have to do with your boyfriend? Is he some sort of woodchopper? If he’s a woodchopper, I guess that’s alright.”

The dull heiress of The Morningstar Group who might just run the generational empire into the ground. I feel terrible, and there's only one person in the world who can lighten my mood. “Take me to my boyfriend's.” √√√ “Ohhh! Fucking hell James! That feels so good…” I freeze by the entrance of my boyfriend's studio. Because the voice that screams in ecstasy belongs to Dexter, my boyfriend. And the name James belongs to his best friend. “Fuckkk, your ass is so tight for me, baby,” James croons. Someone groans and I just know it's Dexter. It's the same sound he makes while he pounds into my asshole.

"What?" "What was what you didn't understand?" "You... He... You two-," Julian can barely articulate his own sentence. "We're boyfriend and girlfriend. He asked me yesterday, and I accepted." The demon's citrine-colored eyes are glassy: "Please tell me this is a joke." "I am terribly serious. And by the way, why all the shock? You know that you and I are becoming romantically involved." "Yes, but... But not like this." "In what way, then?"

[Henry: So you're finally willing to talk to me.] [Me: Answer my question.] [Henry: I just care about you. I can't stand seeing you with another guy.] [Me: We broke up.] [Henry: I never agreed to that.] [Me: A breakup doesn't need your agreement.] [Henry: Sarah, give me one more chance. I've really changed.] I stared at the screen. The words were ridiculous. [Me: Changed how? By threatening people?]