Worst Boyfriend Ever Novels & Stories

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.

Nina never imagined that saving her family would come at the cost of her freedom. When her father’s company falls into financial ruin, Nina discovers that the only way to save everything her family has built is through an arranged marriage with the one man she has spent years despising—billionaire Alex Sterling. Alex is arrogant, cold, and infuriatingly impossible to read. Their history is filled with arguments, rivalry, and enough resentment to last a lifetime. Now, they are expected to become husband and wife. Neither of them wants this marriage. Alex makes it clear that he has no intention of falling in love with his new wife, while Nina refuses to let a marriage contract cont

The day we go to pick out our wedding rings, I show up half an hour late trying to save five dollars on the cab fare. By the time I arrive, my boyfriend Travis White and best friend Evelyn Moon have already picked out two rings. They're too busy talking and don't even notice me standing behind them. "This 20 thousand dollar ring is your birthday present. And this 800-dollar one is for Sadie." Evelyn playfully punches Travis's arm. "Stop it! You've already been pretending to be broke to test Sadie for three years. Isn't that enough? "If you dare treat my best friend badly after getting married, you'll have to answer to me!" Travis sighs. "I checked her bank balance last night. She's o

I turned back to meet my glass of whiskey untouched. "Ugh this is torture" I sighed inwardly. I was going through a really tough time. I just found out my boyfriend is a chronic cheat and as if that wasn't bad enough he was sleeping with my best friend, well ex best friend. I had caught them both when I wanted to pay him a surprise visit at his place, guess I was the one who got surprised. They hadn't even felt any remorse and my so called boyfriend blamed it all on me saying I was always too busy.

Being a girlfriend to Harry is the best thing that ever happens in any girl's life. Oh you might think I was being dramatic but come on! It’s the truth. Having a caring, idiotic as well as sexy guy as a boyfriend that made everyone jealous, definitely takes us to cloud nine.

What changed in the last 10 hours? Three minutes passed before I got another reply. T: Aubrey F: Knox That's beside the point. Why a fake boyfriend? What is the ad exactly? I rolled my eyes at his reply but decided to ignore the comment. T: Knox F: Aubrey I need someone to pose as my fake boyfriend for my family over Christmas. Just one week and after that we part ways and I give you two grand for agreeing to it. After hitting send I leaned back in my couch, suddenly feeling nervous. What if he did change his mind and would do this for me? I wasn't even quite sure we'd even get along. We already snapped at each other earlier. What would happen if we spent a week together?

“You stopped looking at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the room. You stopped asking how my day was. You stopped holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or telling me you love me unless you have to. You act like being with me is a chore. And then you have the nerve to stand there and say I’m the one ruining this?” “Maybe you are,” he said cruelly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe we’ve just outgrown each other. Maybe you need more than I can give, and I need less than you’re willing to take. This relationship feels like a weight around my neck, and you’re the one tightening the rope.”

OCTAVIA ADLER. “No. No. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” I tried to yell, my stomach dropping to the pit of my stomach, my words a mere muffle, my eyes wide while I lived the horror of watching my boyfriend cheat on me with my best friend. My stomach coiled, my head felt light and the relatively large room kept getting smaller with each breath I took, the sound of lewd sound, and gagging and choking filled the air.

he stopped like he had used the wrong words. "You were dancing in front of him and his friends. I saved you from embarrassing yourself that day, Keisha. Ask that liar you call a boyfriend to tell you what really happened.” His chest was heaving with rage, his eyes had turned a shade of dark blue and they looked like a sea in the midst of a wild storm. “You are the liar, Jake. I know Rowan, he would never lie to me.” I defended my boyfriend. Even if he wasn’t perfect, he was a lot better than Jake.

Scott looked at the message from the unknown account and suddenly laughed. "Babe, you finally figured out how to get under my skin." He shook his phone lightly, stood up, and pulled me into his arms. "This is on me. For the last ninety-nine times, you never really got mad. So you've finally learned to be upset, huh?" "I'm not 'getting upset.'" I pushed him away. "I'm breaking up with you. For real." "Hahaha!" Scott wrapped his arm around me again. "Okay, okay. I know I messed up. They say fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me… but you put up with me ninety-nine times. Of course I should've gotten a clue.