The Perfect Boyfriend Novels & Stories

And I remember the budding romance she had with Head boy Christian Ward. Here at Edwin and Co., there’s a tradition that every Head boy and girl ever always end up together and that was true for the past Head girl Annabel and her boyfriend Martin. It was the same for Christian and Jessica. I always thought they were the cutest together. I hope they're still together. One thing I can say though is I hope I never have to continue that tradition because Head boy Aaron is not the kind of person I want to end up with.

It must be one of those expensive brands she heard men use. “Yeah, but I love hugging you. You feel so perfect against me like you're meant to fit against me.” He said, and her heart fluttered in her chest. To be honest, Zach would make a very nice boyfriend, because he knew the perfect things to say when he wanted to. Sighing, she closed her eyes and stood there, determined to stay right there for as long as he wanted.

In a way he was letting the other people know that she is not alone- her boyfriend is with her. Anu noticed his silliness. Looking away she hid her smudge smile from him. Sometimes, his buffoonery tempts her to pull his cheeks and tell him how adorable he looks while doing those things. He may not be the perfect boyfriend but he is all she wants. He has his flaws and parts of mistakes but his flaws makes him more of a human than any fictional character that she is in love with. Every now and then, he makes her feel as if he jumped out from a book in which he was this good kind of lover guy fictional character.

She didn’t pull back. “You’re not like her,” he said softly. “Don’t,” she warned. “I’m serious,” Roman insisted. “You’re not Evelyn. You fight for the right reasons, Ava. You care, even when you don’t want to. That’s what makes you deadly to guys like Malone.” “And what about you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “What do you want from me, Roman? The reality, not some well fabricated line.” He hesitated, his hand hovering over hers. “I want you to see me. Not as the man Malone’s painting me to be, nor the antagonist Evelyn made me out to be. Just... me.”

My boyfriend works there too," "Ouuu. Okay! Sounds fun and you and Stan are back together?" I asked as I dragged my tattered box inside the dorm room. "Eww, no. I have a new boyfriend. His name. Is…" Just then her phone rang and she mouthed to me that she needed to take the call. I nodded and watched her scurry towards the tiny kitchen I took that time to admire the dorm room. It was very different from the one's at RU, my old university.

"I don't need you to be anything or anyone else. Not ever. You're my wife, Elena. You. No one else. You don't need to compare yourself to anyone else, and you don't need to measure up to anyone else either — because whether you realize it or not, you've already surpassed every standard anyone has ever set for you. Just because they won't or can't acknowledge it doesn't mean you're anything short of amazing. You're perfect the way you are. And no, I'm not saying that to make you feel better. I'm telling you that because it's true. You have a sense of loyalty so strong that you married me and sacrificed the future you envisioned for yourself. You're fucking beautiful, and you're smart, real sm

‘Get your fucking hands off her’, Edward said in an authoritative tone, disrupting the guy and Ellie’s moment. ‘And who the hell are you to tell me that? Are you her boyfriend? She doesn’t belong to anyone. She is just a slut working as a stripper at a club’, the guy said, with a smirk on his face, giggling. In the twinkle of an eye, Edward landed a punch on him.

My younger brother, Ryan Sterling, even found himself a girlfriend from a well-off family. Over the years, I had tried to divorce her countless times, but I never succeeded. Perhaps it was because she knew I would never be able to leave her. One night while I was asleep, she tried to castrate me again. I was terrified and tried to run. However, she got to the door first and locked it. In the darkness, I stared at her perfectly fine legs. She held up a knife, cackling. "Honey, where do you think you're going? Once you're broken, you'll be mine forever."

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.

I’m getting weird vibes, but I should probably play along. I shrugged. “I don’t know. What if she isn’t aware he’s in a relationship?” She nodded, squinting as if deep in thought. “Now that you mention it, that could be possible… only if my boyfriend wasn’t a billionaire, a tech genius, and one of the most handsome men on planet Earth. No way would someone that perfect be single, right?" Perfect? Just because he’s a billionaire? Well… who am I to give her advice? He’s cheating on her. How is that perfect?