The Perfect Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"So how is this pack so strong when no one has a mate?" He sighed a bit. "Most of them still have hope of finding theirs. My situation is uncommon, as far as I know, only the Beta and I can be fully certain that our mates are dead." "Oh, I'm sorry," I whispered. "It's alright." He tilted his head again and I flushed under the intensity of his gaze. "You're quite remarkable Roxanne, I hope you know that." "What?"

Send an extra large hug to Matt for me. You know I love you so much. He's the nicest person in our family. Well, he's the nicest one for ME anyway. And to you also, which is almost as important. LOL. I think, actually, maybe he be nice enough for my little sister. I adored her boyfriend even though he was almost too perfect. a guy needs having a few flaws, a roughness here and there, a certain unpredictability, to let life exciting.

“When I’m in love with someone I will make sure to make that person my number one. I will make sure that every second of every day that she spends with me is filled with only love and happiness.” “Are you already confessing to me?” Shane teases me while laughing so sweetly. Then everyone around us laughs and shouts too because she’s teasing me. I just smiled at her. I want to talk to her privately about me being attracted to her. After I speak it’s Shane’s turn to speak too about herself. “Hello I’m Shane Sandoval. Twenty four years old and I’m Bi. I’m attracted to a man and a woman.” She said it proudly.

"Well that's what I was hoping for, you have been such an amazing boyfriend, you were so patient and sensitive towards me and I just wanted to make you really happy and I am glad that I got it right." "You are so amazing, I don't even know if I deserve you." I pointed out, it's so weird that she's so perfect. No one should be this good, honestly her perfection is a little scary. "Are you kidding me, I am the one that doesn't deserve a guy like you. We met in prison and you still wanted to be with me and you never made me feel bad or inadequate at any point even though I was obviously lacking in a few aspects of our relationship. You are so sweet and perfect for me." She concluded.

"You want a contract marriage with me." Elena nodded, her eyes locked onto his."Yes" Ethan's smile grew wider as he stood up from the sofa. He walked towards Elena, and as he approached, Elena shifted slightly, her eyes narrowing. "I'm afraid can't marry you, Elena. You are not my type." Her eyes narrowed, her voice tinged with disbelief."I'm not your type?" Ethan's shoulders lifted in a subtle shrug."You're not." Elena's gaze burned with intensity as she rose from her seat, her eyes locked onto his."I will pay any amount you want, Ethan Nelson, for you to be my husband."

"Oh, of course! But you know what we mean. The perfect kind of love." I let out a small laugh, swirling my wine glass as I looked down. Perfect? No, Daniel and I weren’t perfect. But we were steady. We were right for each other in a way that made sense. There were no over-the-top gestures, no whirlwind passion that burned too bright and faded too fast. Just quiet companionship and reliability. That was enough. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

I’m not even close to making a decision. Asheron has a very big advantage. He's been the most perfect boyfriend anyone could ask for, for five years. I can't say anything bad about him, seriously. I love him with my life. He's the perfect man in every possible way. Plus, I already know I won't be able to live without him. Alive or dead, I'm a mess without him. I want to cry right now just thinking that... that he won't be my boyfriend anymore. That we'll live just thirty minutes apart, but we won't see each other again.

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Yeah, you’re supposed to flirt with him, not piss him off. ‘How are my inner thoughts out of the cage? They were certainly powerful,’ she mused. Kenneth didn’t say a word, yet there was no sign of him being bothered. So Freya sat in front of his desk and said, “How can you find your perfect match if you don’t allow anyone to like you?” He stopped signing documents. His eyes slowly landed on her. He said, “I guess only one is allowed to like me.” “The perfect one for you?” she asked, and he hummed in agreement.

I continued. "Coming home early, going on a date without guards, getting flowers, learning cooking, having a normal and stable boring job, watching sports, or whatnot," I said, feeling sullen. "I wish I could be a perfect boyfriend for you– someone who could proudly show you off, brag about her, take her somewhere without any worries about anyone seeing her or kill her, spend time with her, watch movies, at least tell the world about her," I admitted, holding her tightly in my arms

“Yeah.” She gives me a thumbs up. “Good for you. I’m a little envious too, though,” she sighs, throwing her arm over my shoulder again and leaning into me. “You hooked a handsome, stable boyfriend on your first try. The best I could get were half-and-halves.” Then she strokes her cheek. “Maybe I should try dating a gay man? I mean,” she adds, “not for the sex, but I’d like to know what it feels like to be cherished and appreciated and loved for once.”