The Expert Boyfriend Snatcher Novels & Stories

Angelina snorted. "I'm guessing, your boyfriend must be inconsiderate, right?" Alex smiled wryly when she said that. "You don't even know him, so don't judge him so carelessly. Don't you realize it's my boyfriend you're mocking?" sneered Angelina. Alex chuckled sarcastically. "I don't need to know him to judge him," Alex said confidently. "Don't be such a big shot. Who the hell are you?" Angelina sneered again. "I'm Alexander Dominik, and everyone says I'm great." Alex boasted. Angelina only replied with a snort.

He then held my face into his hands and looked straight into my eyes and asked me "Will you be my boyfriend? I want to protect you and stay by your side always. I know there is so much we have to know about each other but I hope we can do it slowly and steadily. I promise to never hurt you and do anything to let you down. So can you please?" I was stunned at his proposal and this I hugged him and breathed into his scent with my face hidden in his neck. I place a small kiss on his neck and said "But I have already considered you as my boyfriend. " I don't mind that we are taking it too fast because when it is meant to be it will happen. And why waste time when we both know we want to be with

It felt like everything inside her was being torn into pieces too small ever to be repaired. "The suspect shot your boyfriend. I'm sorry, Ms. Baker; he was already gone when my men arrived. " Cassie's eyes flitted to the open door. She wanted to bolt. It couldn't be true couldn't be real. She had just talked to Will. They had just been together. This was a good neighborhood. Things like this didn't happen. It just..didn't happen. That's when she saw it; the EMT brought the stretcher laden with the black body bag down the hall. The little blonde couldn't contain herself and ran to the door, a sob ripping from her, screaming unintelligible sounds of loss.

“See? He’s in pain because of you. I’m sleeping right here in this bed with him, like old times. You stay on that shitty couch and keep your hands to yourself. Go find some desperate girl who likes getting pushed around, Damien. Stop obsessing over my boyfriend.” “He’s not your boyfriend anymore, you crazy bitch,” I snapped back, stepping right into the bedroom doorway. “And I’m not leaving him alone with you acting all sweet when we all know you’re just here to play games. He needs someone who actually gets him, not some ex with a key she won’t give back.”

I asked in confusion. "Don't act as if you don't know what I am talking about. Stay away from Mr. Chaser. He’s my man.” "Your man?" "Yes my man. He is my boyfriend. We’ve been together for years.." No! I can feel my heart shattering. He is taken. He is not single. How could he? But still I won't lose to this bitch at least. "Listen I don't want to know since how long you guys are together and I don't even care. I am here to do my job so please just leave me alone." I said snatching my arm that she was holding.

Roth had the power. Tristan force released Roth’s arm from Oliver’s grip and glared at Oliver, “No such thing happened, okay? You don’t trust him, but you do trust me, your boyfriend!” Oliver turned to face him, and said sarcastically, “Really? My boyfriend? Should I trust my boyfriend,” He emphasized sarcastically on the word boyfriend, “whose search history is full of this guy! Whose nightmare is full of this guy? who even masturbated with his pictures calling out his name?" Oliver nodded at Roth with disgust.

He knows. His beta obviously. I sometimes forget my boyfriend is no normal mortal. He is a werewolf. An Alpha werewolf. Ah, I think I should reframe it... My boyfriend is a gangster alpha wolf. That sounds better. "The food will burn, Zach." "Fuck!" He moved away to turn off the flame. "Shit, it's half burned. It's your fault, Thornton." "My fault?" That dark look made my stomach churn. I don't like that look.

He’s purposely holding himself back for many reasons, a few of which disappear from his mind when Alex pulls him back, lips brushing over his forehead. Boyfriendbots are apparently really, really good at what they do, Shantal observes.

When we finally parted, breathless and dizzy, he rested his forehead against mine, his eyes dark with emotion. “I will not push you further tonight,” he said, repeating the promise he had made before. “I respect you too much to rush this. But I want you to know—from this moment on, you are not alone anymore. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I am only a call away. Ethan may be your boyfriend, but I will be the one who actually sees you.”

In a split second, I slid myself through one of the darkest areas sandwiched between two bricked structures. “Dang, that chick sped off like a demon. What’s the rush, anyway?” A pitchy teenage boy shook his multilayered chin. “You shouldn’t go after her, dude. I heard her boyfriend is Tyrone. You do not want to mess with that guy,” said the deep voiced teenager. “I don’t know what she sees in him. That guy is no good for her. I heard that he has a trail of ladies he keeps with him and has a mean streak with wolves. The howls kept me up all night.”