The Perfect Boyfriend Novels & Stories

She literally kissed the ground he walked on and never for once did or said anything whenever he abused her with his words and cold distancing. However, Ivy was different. Her eyes were not blind to see past the camouflage he wore. Carlos never was the perfect husband he portrayed himself to be whenever they were at a gathering. He never would take his hands off her and that made everyone believe that they were a match made in heaven. Even her old self believed that at some point. It's crazy how dumb she was to play along with all his antics and never once questioned the sudden switch in his behavior whenever they were alone. And for that, she had LOVE to blame. It is not the happy ever afte

"Why's the ...why's the writeup can I be your lover? and.. I mean I love it it's beautiful, it's just that... usually it's can I be your boyfriend or whatever?", I stuttered. He chuckled and held my hand and stroked it softly. "Charlie... boyfriend sounds like we're kids, I'm hitting 30, I don't think I need a boyfriend, I need you as my lover, my partner, I really do". Mind you, I'm still confused and trying to wrap my hands around all of this, cuz I can't believe it, I'm thinking it's some kind of prank honestly

Second, the bastard thug had just called himself my boyfriend and they must have found me disgusting for dating a thug. “Jordan…” Damien made to move closer to me but I backed away. The donut box dropping from my hand. “I said ‘act like my boyfriend’ for just five minutes, not ‘act like my fucking husband’ for the rest of your life!” I half-yelled, my fingers curled into a tight fist as I glared hard at Damien. Damien blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of my expression into his damn memory, as if he hadn’t expected me to get mad at him for beating a defenseless man to a musk.

“Judy, how are you? Your sister was here this past weekend. She said I should expect dowrysoon.” Judith sat down. “Mama…” “What? I heard he’s very handsome. I don’t like tattoos but if that is what you want, I won’t stop you.” Judith shook her head. “He wasn’t my boyfriend.” “Uhu! Then where did your sister get that-“ “She was just being extra. He is younger than me. He is still trying to figure himself out. I can’t settle with a man like that.” “You are confusing me. He is your boyfriend or not?”

And my boyfriend doesn’t stand a chance in that department. In a way, maybe that’s why we’re so drawn to each other. We’re both a little messed up. Both fighting our own demons. But we find peace in each other. He’s the wildfire I didn’t know I wanted to touch. And me? I’m the good girl. Always polite, always perfect. But behind the sweet smile and quiet voice is a girl who craves something darker. Something raw. Something twisted and thrilling. And my boyfriend... he gives me all of that. He knows how to touch me like I’m something precious and break me in the same moment. I love the danger in his kiss, the roughness in his touch, the way he claims me like he owns every inch of my soul.

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne

And he — the cockiest, most impossible man alive — kept the organ all to himself. I can’t help it. I love this hunt, this twisted, genius mess of a scavenger game he’s orchestrated. Every little detail he pieced together, every memory he’s curated … just for me. I’m laughing, crying, and grinning like a complete maniac. I am officially the luckiest girl alive — owner of the perfect, infuriatingly cocky, dangerously brilliant boyfriend.

Tell him to leave now! She looked at him for a long moment then she spoke quietly. "I asked him to come, he is my boyfriend now." Daniel stared at her. "What??" The words landed harder than she expected. Daniel shook his head. "No!" He forced out a laugh. "You're only saying that because you're upset. We're still together right?" Bianca slowly stood. "No, Daniel. We're not." His smile disappeared quickly. "You don't mean that."

He looped the path. “You know what? Everything I did was because I needed to be perfect. The perfect council. The perfect friend. Perfect for everything. Love is not even a thing for me. My stepfather and stepbrother wanted perfection. You! You are the only one who ruined it! Who stained it!” Josh ranted. His nerves loosened. His neck moved with vibration. His mouth never grew tired. He told everything. The pain. The stress. Everything. “Everybody expects something, but you don’t have to pretend, Mr. President.” Tristan’s voice was low. The temper in his mind cooled a bit.

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."