The Fill In Boyfriend Novels & Stories

This was a disaster. He had a girlfriend. A girlfriend whose father had connections to his father, which meant their relationship wasn't just personal, it was political. A girlfriend who had already slapped me once and broken my father's necklace and was now apparently best friends with Mia.And somewhere in all of that, I had let him kiss me in a bathroom. Twice, if you counted today.Three times if you counted the first kiss I hadn't been awake for. I pulled the pillow off my face and looked at the ceiling again.I thought about Mom.

“What do fuck do you mean by that?” “Cause we have level up, we are no longer bestfriends” “Then what are you guys?” He asked, my eyes slowly trail down to his hands and I swear he was balling his fist “Why should I tell you that?” “Fuck Taylor, you don't want to keep this from me I swear, trust me you don't want to see your little friend with broken teeth and bones I…..” “Fine!” I yelled stopping him, cause he's fucking crazy “Since you want to know so much about what we are then here, Kelly Raymond is now my boyfriend!”

My steps quickened as I tried my best to reach my office before breaking down. I paused when I found the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped in. He was seated in my chair, a smile plastered across his face. His short, curly hair fell onto his forehead, giving him a slightly boyish charm. He was dressed in a pristine white shirt tucked into black slacks. “I thought I’d take you home,” he said. Despite the turmoil inside me, I felt my lips curve upwards. Nathiel Brooks. My first boyfriend. My first love. My first kiss.

I say before walking into class. I had a boyfriend. I've never done that before, I mean I've had dates but not boyfriends. I don't even know why I agreed to date Brandon, I mean yeah he's hot, and sweet, and hot, and popular, and hot, and strong, and did I mention hot? But still, I don't know, maybe I'm just a weirdo. Scratch that I know I'm a weirdo. I guess as far as first boyfriends go, he was the perfect one. He had me home by curfew everyday, he was a perfect gentlemen, he was sweet, he complimented me everyday, but still it felt like something was missing, like that connection was missing. I'm sure the longer we date the better the connections will become.

Honestly, he was the silence promoter who was catalysing our relation without making his presence known. "But it's not time to think that you see I am impatient," he said as he pressed his lips on mine. I couldn't help but smile under his kisses. I wouldn't say, my man was a gentleman. He was devil, he was monster, he was cruel but love changes everything. He was my boyfriend. A beautiful beast who cannot be resisted. My boyfriend was a beautiful beast and now he is my husband. A beautiful beast husband and I love calling him that. My boyfriend is a beautiful beast... I mean my husband is the beautiful beast.

His touches were smooth and arousing her senses, his chef's hands were definitely not just good enough for the kitchen, it was good enough to keep her begging him to fondle her in every way he could. A faint smile curved on her lips, if only Nathan was not such a serious guy off the bed, he would've made the perfect boyfriend that she might consider to keep for a long term relationship. She wondered if someone like Nathan would ever settle to be a 'fuck buddy' if she ever fell ill on courting him. But he was good enough for now, after all, she can smell the breakfast he was making for her right outside the door. And she had never dated anyone who could do that before.

She has a boyfriend, she loves her boyfriend and doesn't need me. Her boyfriend was handsome, strong, and athletic. One could already see him as a football player in the future. He had the strength and everything needed. In the future, he would probably be the hot quarterback or basketball player girls would swoon over. Although she is more like someone who would never swoon over a guy, she wouldn't need to, he is hers already. From what I know, he tries to help her study which means he is smart. He would be an intelligent football player while I remain the quiet boy who doesn't exist because I'm always painting somewhere hidden. The only way anyone would know me like they do in school is be

"Oh, I'm sorry that I'm not pretty enough for you, is that why you left me in the cabin stranded?" I glared at him, folding my hands around my chest. "No, that's not…" "Babe, what are you doing outside?" I heard Hanna's voice from out the hallway before I saw her. "Oh, I see you've met each other." Hannah said. "You know him?" I frowned. "Yes, this is my boyfriend, Colleen and Collen, my roommate, Allison." She smiled I blinked, trying to make sense of what she'd just said. "Nice to meet you,"

Never? I might have to go through the rest of my life not remembering my past? The boy looks back at me. His face is so worried, he must be someone important to me. “Who are you?” I ask him and he closes his eyes then looks down at me, trying to calm himself down. “I’m Asher, your boyfriend.” He tells me and my eyes widen. I have a boyfriend? An array of people come into my room. My grandma, my best friend, the rest of my friend group, some other family, my cousin. I don’t remember any of them. They don’t even ring a bell; this is not going to be fun.

I walked past him and pulled a chair, out sitting down. “That Marshall kid dropped him off with you?” “Yeah, he’s been helping me out, giving us a ride to and from school. We have fed him already. He ate three chicken tenders and a big bowl of macaroni and cheese.” “You all a thing now?” He asked me suddenly. I knew the question would come but I hadn’t expected it that quickly so I cringed, hoping to not make Phil upset with my answer. “Yeah, he’s kinda my boyfriend.” I answered as I looked down at my hands and picked at my cuticles, another one of my tells.