Worst Boyfriend Ever Novels & Stories

I choked out, my voice trembling with a perfect mix of devastation and raw betrayal. I looked down at the screen for a split second, watching the live viewer count skyrocket past a thousand as the chat completely erupted. “Everyone… this… this is my boyfriend. How could…? How could they do this to me? So it turns out my best friend and my boyfriend have been seeing each other behind my back, playing me for a fool this whole time. It's so sad. I'm a complete idiot.” ​“What are you doing?! Amber! Cut the camera!” Karen shrieked. “Can't you see I'm naked?”

He owns the club, and he might not even be here. The last time was just unlucky. But still, as we walked in through the doors of Black Swan, my heart dropped as buried memories sufficed. This was the place where I suffered the worst betrayal of my life, where I realized that my best friend and boyfriend who hated each other and were only polite to one another because of me had been screwing for months. They fell in love and instead of him breaking up with me, they decided to fool me since I was the money-making machine bankrolling him.

she barked, "That's what I want. Wanted. I wanted a boyfriend.” "Why? Who out of your friends has a boyfriend?" I asked. She stopped to think and then shrugged, but the answer was no one, "Yeah, you know why? Because it's boring shit. I've seen my brother Garrett have girlfriends and all they do is have tedious arguments and kiss. He said the only good thing about it is the kissing. And Harrison said the only good thing about having a girlfriend is the sex. And then he became an alcoholic because his dumb girlfriend broke up with him. A girlfriend he barely even liked. It doesn't sound fun at all, dude, romantic movies just make it seem that way so we all fall to this fucking marriage trap a

The club was alive with pounding bass and flashing lights, a perfect escape for anyone wanting to lose themselves in the rhythm. But for me, the music was just noise, and the lights only made the shadows in my mind darker. I had come here with my friends to try and forget, to drown my sorrows in a sea of strangers, but the recent betrayal was too fresh. My boyfriend—no, my ex-boyfriend—had been cheating on me. And with Nikita, my supposed best friend. The image of them together, tangled in each other in that hotel room, was seared into my mind.

Now, my current boyfriend was actually going to sell me to this newly risen Godfather who hated me with a passion. Fate really loved to pick on the ones who had the worst luck.

I would always teased for being ugly, having no dress sense, shapeless and worse, being a door mat. The sad part was that they weren’t wrong. The only thing I had going for me was my dad and my boyfriend. My father loves me but he never saw just how badly his wife and her child treated me. In his mind, I was great and loved at home. I, also trying to avoid any drama didn’t even tell him that his wife and her daughter humiliate me for fun. But my life isn’t all that bad. I have my boyfriend, Elias. He’s the second best thing in my life after my dad.

Jack's family isn't influential or wealthy; that alone is enough for my parents to spit in disgust at the idea of us ever being together. That is on them, though. I don't care about any of that, and I hate that they always want to shove their ideals and preferences down my throat like I am a fucking puppet and not their daughter. I swallow, my breath coming out in shaky pants as I slowly lift my gaze to meet theirs. “He's my boyfriend,” I say, my eyes blurry as tears filled them watching father's expression closely before I quickly add, “And I love him too.” uncaring of what their reaction will be.

Then me getting him to convince me I was the hottest thing since since slicked bread and then me going on a rant about how hot he was and how I would take him to Cambridge and show him off to all the evil genius twinks who would hoard all the hot guys back in Cambridge. "You can break up with me. I'll forgive you" I offered him willing to wither off with embarrassment "No. I'm fine where I am. I have the most perfect handsome boyfriend who brag's about me to evil genius twinks" he joked pulling me into a hug "you're the worst" I muttered as he pulled away trailing his fingers through my hair while rubbing my jaw and looking at me with some sort of adoration I choose to pretend wasn't there "

“I just want to warn you about him. I’m not telling you to break up with him—it’s your choice what to do. I just need to do my part—to warn you about who he really is.” “You’re talking as if my boyfriend’s a bad guy—” “That’s because he is a bad guy,” I interrupted, lifting my chin. Her brow furrowed even deeper, but I went on anyway. “Your boyfriend is a terrible person.” She was speechless for a moment, her lips parting slightly. “W-What… y-you’re lying, right?” “Looks like you don’t even know who your boyfriend really is. You should get to know him first before you cry over him. Because when you finally do, you’ll realize your tears were wasted.”