Worst Boyfriend Ever Novels & Stories

"But in eight years—" "Don't. Don't even think that way." "Why not? You married Jamie eventually. Your boyfriend's father. If forbidden relationships can work out—" "They don't work out. They explode. And everyone gets hurt." I stood. "Promise me you'll stay away from Adrian." "I can't promise that. He'll find me. We both know it." "Then promise me you'll be careful. Smart. That you won't let him manipulate you." "I'll try." It wasn't enough. But it was all I was going to get.

“You know I read that book, I can’t remember the title, that you read last summer and I kept thinking about the other friend who secretly envied her best friend and wanted everything she had including her boyfriend.” I laughed. “Well first of all you know I don’t envy you. We are friends, we are as close as sisters. Secondly, I do not want Andre, especially because he is your boyfriend.” I said truthfully because that was exactly what I told Shewa. He is her boyfriend, I can’t fight with my best friend over a boy that chose her over me. “I am not talking about Andre.” I raised a brow. “Who are you talking about then…”

People seemed to equate lack of money with lack of human feeling. If you're poor you were to be treated like trash. Gary Willoughby was the worse sort of asshole when it came to that offense. I don't think he even knew what me or anyone else in my family looked like for that matter and my mother and father had worked for him for years before dad died.

We had been together for just shy of three years, and I knew loved him with every fiber of my being. "Maybe we should give it a moment, let them be boys." I said, but Stacy was already onto the next thing, putting her jacket on and letting her hair down. "You're so weird. If Danny was my boyfriend, I'd race out there in a heartbeat to make out with him." Stacy shrugged her shoulders, making me laugh. Stacy McMahon was my oldest friend, and we had a comfortable friendship since we'd known each other for almost a decade and a half. She was always blunt about how I should be more hands-on with my relationship, even though I was comfortable.

She asked Jasmine who just got home. The woman was a total mess after she broke up with her boyfriend. She had been telling Jasmine that Jonas wasn’t into her but she insisted on loving the wrong guy! What kind of boyfriend wouldn’t reply to his girlfriend’s messages? What kind of a boyfriend would allow his girlfriend to go to sleep without clearing any argument? What kind of a boyfriend could ignore his girlfriend for more than two months and act as if it wasn’t a big deal? “I went to his apartment and he’s no longer there,” Jasmine cried and ruined her make-up. She regretted her decision of letting him go. He might be the worst boyfriend in the universe but she loved him so much!

I want to go ballistic. I’m f*cking married to someone whom I don’t love. The man whom my parents entrusted me tricked me. The pain is killing me. My boyfriend sold me to his boss. What’s the worst it can be? The man whom I treasure the most sold me. It’s worse than killing me. I kept crying for hours. I lost count of the time. Until everything turned black.

I won't say I'm in love with him; I'm just not sure. "I understand. So what happened in high school? Who was the scumbag?" I smiled a bit at her words. "Well, he was my best friend before he became my boyfriend. I thought we loved each other, but I was wrong," I said. "I caught him with my cousin in my house on the day of my parents' funeral." "What a douchebag!" Zoey said so angrily, and I all but agree with her. Jason was nothing but a complete scumbag, and he still is to this day.

“I am sorry too.” I pulled back and looked at her. “What do you have to be sorry for?” I asked her. “I am sorry for thinking the worst of you and for not trusting you. You are honestly the greatest boyfriend ever and sometimes I take advantage of that, and I do not act grateful for what I have. Any girl would be lucky to have you. Honestly. I love you, baby. Thank you for being the best boyfriend I could have ever asked for.” Oh man, way to make me feel even guiltier.

“I went out to buy something.” “Seriously, Lee? Didn’t I just tell you to call me?” “Well, the last time I checked, you’re my boyfriend and not my designated driver.” “Well let me make things clear, Hailey, this boyfriend of yours can be your DD, your slave, your maid, your lover—” “My lover? Then why—” I stopped myself. Good god! What’s wrong with me? I sounded so desperate right now. “Lee?”

I never heard one. "At first, I would hold onto the guy because he shines like a star. But then when I look into my hand again, all I would see is a rock. Once I realized that what I get is not a star but rock, meaning the guy is nothing but trash, I of course would end up dumping him like a hot potato afterwards. All my relationships were like that. That was why I ended up shacking it up with one of your products. You guys should have known by now, that I also used to have a robot boyfriend. I named him, Arvin, by the way. But then, just like before, I got tired of our relationship and so I ended it."