Who's Your Celebrity Boyfriend Novels & Stories

“Who is that?” I choked on a laugh. “Ava—” “Isla,” she whispered loudly, still staring. “Why is there a tall, tattooed, intimidating, ridiculously fine man standing next to you like he just walked out of a crime documentary but also a Calvin Klein ad?” I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh. Ben snorted behind her. I leaned closer, whispering back, “He’s my boyfriend.” Ava’s jaw dropped. “YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?!”

"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."

He calls himself my mentor, my best friend, but describes himself as a pure BUSINESSMAN. And I hate this part. Alas!! Ignoring my words, Vivian walked towards me. “Oh come on, Mark, just chuck it all. I came back to congratulate you!” He finished while taking the seat in front of me. I looked at him in confusion, then he continued, “I heard you tied the knot! So congratulations, bro!!” Unknowingly, I also smiled back, remembering my INNOCENT WIFE’S flushed face, and shook my hand with Vivian.

Three days after my boyfriend’s adopted sister died a tragic death, I clutched a so-called "hush money" check in my hand and became an accomplice in everyone’s eyes. My boyfriend once knelt in the pouring rain to beg me, and his sister's five-year-old daughter cried and begged me to testify, but I refused them both. Ten years later, when I was dying of cancer, my boyfriend Keal Simpson had become a billionaire. He founded a brain-computer interface tech company and developed a memory extraction device intended for the dead. If used on the living, it causes immense pain.

well you guys must be wondering about which boyfriend we talking about and Laksh is so cool about it. Then let me tell you guys that my boy friend is no one is but is Shaurya it self, who is come to be the son our Ved and Disha. Disha was already pregnant with Shaurya before their marriage. Everyone was very much cool about it , whereas i was pretty shocked. Shaurya is a super cute munchkin whom I have made my boy friend. He is very close to me and always keep sticking to me whenever we met. My reverie broke down by the sloppy kisses that I was getting from non other than the great Laksh Malhotra who is fortunately my beloved husband.

When I look up she's looking at me for a reaction. I force a smile and nod, pretending to be interested. Tamrin glances at me, her eyes filled with curiosity. I guess I'm not masking my feelings well. Sadie sits up, her curiosity piqued. "That sounds fun," Sadie says, her tone genuine. "He seems to be into you now. You guys are going out a lot?" Presley beams. "Can you believe it? And you said he's not my boyfriend" Presley says looking at Tamrin

Winston whispered fanning her ear while embracing Trishia from behind. Trishia smirked. “Look. I have a boyfriend. What happened between us here stays in this room. Okay? No one should know about it and better if you forget me.” The boyfriend she’s mentioning was no other than Bill Sky. In her mind, he’s already hers. Soon she would become his wife whatever it takes. She was also a superstar, she could not afford such a scandal especially she was up to her best in pursuing Bill. She couldn’t ruin her image in the eyes of his man.

She fakes a gasp too. "Yes, viewers, it is official. The winner of the competition, the fantastic artist, Celeste James, has denied recognizing her ever-loving boyfriend. This is the heartbroken Plinio Murray, signing off-" "Boyfriend, huh?" She smirks, throwing her paintbrush at me. "Yes, girlfriend. I wanted to be loud and clear." I grab her closer by the waist. Her hands rest on my shoulder and I lean forward to kiss her but she dips her head back.

“Yes, I know it’s none of my business, but since I’m the fake boyfriend, I should at least know the real one.” That sounded a little funny, but it was funnier seeing this side of him, so I decided to go with the flow. “Really?” I said, chuckling softly. “I don’t have a boyfriend.” “Then who was that guy? Did he kiss you by force?” he asked, a bit too vigorously. “No, no, it’s Kevon,” I said, rolling my eyes, thinking about Kevon and his weird feelings. “So you are dating your friend?” he asked.

Christabel, what did you just say? You mean I took away your boyfriend, hmm.. big shame in you and that of your statement and thought, so all the news around is true, you actually said this, how is Kylas your boyfriend? What did you have to show he is yours, did the Kylas in person know you as his girlfriend?