Which Outsiders Character Is Your Boyfriend Novels & Stories

He had to make me stuck with obscure blonde Caucasians. "I did not expect, my boyfriend is from Indonesia, and now I met people from the same country." the blonde Caucasian seemed so proud. It radiated from her pretty eyes that glowed even more. "Who is your lover?" actually, I'm lazy to ask personal things like this. But her eyes sparkled like a child. It was as if it was the first time he saw a sack of money in front of him.

Sophie screamed and lunged for it, but Dad stepped aside effortlessly. She turned to me instead. Her face was suddenly filled with wounded righteousness. "Preston, are you really going to send us to jail? We were just confused! Families don't hold grudges overnight!" I wiped the blood from my mouth. "Bad enough for you to beat your own husband and force him to kneel for an outsider?" I questioned. "Tell me, Sophie. Julius is your real husband, isn't he?" Her face went pale. "What are you talking about?"

But more than anything, I refused to put up with the unfair treatment I'd been shown. Bitterness and resentment surged in my heart. Why should I let Jemima, an outsider, disrupt my life plans? She boldly declared her interest in my boyfriend and belittled me like I was nothing. I should let her, as well as Hannah, have a taste of their own medicine. Taking a deep breath, I reached out and hugged Elijah back. My fingers brushed over his lean waist as I forced a smile.

He raised a brow, not believing my words. “Eric Son”, I said with a pointed look. And he laughed and laughed. I frowned. “Eric Son? Really?” He stopped laughing and looked somewhat angry. “Yes, he is my boyfriend”, I replied. The room got a lot colder at my words. “Why would you be a partner with someone as shitty as Eric Son?” Hayden sneered with disgust written all over his face. How could I forget that they were rivals and did not like each other? “You came the wrong way, Angel” He snickered. “Are you really here for your boyfriend? For someone who has a boyfriend, you have been talking with a half-naked stranger”

Since then, we'd lived with Chester's mother, Frida Sherman. While I didn't exactly have a good relationship with Frida, my busy work schedule had helped keep our interactions minimal. I always thought of it as a blessing in disguise. That continued until recently when Frida found herself a boyfriend, Bryson Ewing, and brought him home. Her son was already married, and she herself had been widowed for years. Considering her age, one would expect her new boyfriend to be someone of a similar standing. Yet, she defied expectations by dating a man ten years younger than her.

“Oh! Zade, this is Doctor Cassian Owen. Doctor, this is my boyfriend, Zade.” “Oh, nice to meet you, Zade,” he says, almost as if he’s something better than me and holds his hand out to me. I glance down at it before looking down at Valerie.

I followed his gaze and saw I was holding his wrist. His wrists. His veins were visible. The Italian version of Hugh Jackman is! "What?" He narrowed his eyes at me, looking completely uninterested or you say doubtful. "I.. Look... I have a bet with my boyfriend and him.." And slowly finding suitable words I narrated to him all the story that why I was here. After listening to me silently, he only said this to me. "So your boyfriend is waiting outside the club!" ___ ___

He grins and that irritates every cell in my being, but I had no idea that would be the least of my concerns until… “I’m Doctor Chad Manning,” he lets out his hand and his grin grows wider. “I’m her boyfriend.” What. The. Fuck?

"I don't even know him!" The man suddenly tore off his mask and baseball cap. "Babe, how can you say that? I'm your boyfriend, remember? Aren't you happy I came all the way here to see you? And who's this guy? Are you cheating on me?" He looked foreign. I remembered Astrid had lived abroad for a while. Could he be telling the truth? "Is he really your boyfriend?" I asked. "No way in hell!" she snapped, disgust twisting her face. "I never dated anyone overseas. I'm not that kind of woman! But I do know him."

"Men are dicks," "I'm not sure it can be generalized. I mean, my boyfriend and his family seem great. His sisters bought me an entire wardrobe and his older brother gifted me a car as an apology," Starliss flew out of my arms with wide eyes and lips parted. I grinned, brought out the keys in my pocket, and dangled it in front of her face. "The guy is a pro max version of Zayne. He did something stupid and as an apology, I got this," Starliss, astonished, took the keys and felt it with her mouth still open. She looked up and stared at me incredulously. I raised my nose proudly. "I take it back. Boys are scumbags, but your boyfriend is not,"