Worst Boyfriend Ever Novels & Stories

Marco went straight to teasing like it was his oxygen supply. “So,” he said, sliding beside me, “girlfriend? Boyfriend? Secret fiancé? Mysterious situationship?” He wiggled his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes, trying not to smile. “I don’t have a boyfriend.” Marco placed a dramatic hand over his chest. “Dio mio, what a tragedy. A woman like you? At Sienna’s wedding? You might return home with a husband if you’re not careful.” I snorted. The joke wasn’t even that funny but his delivery pulled a small laugh out of me.

"We make him watch while you move on to someone better. Someone he's terrified of... who doesn't care about rules or reputations or what anyone thinks." "You." "Me." He stepped closer again. Three feet. She could smell coffee and smoke and something underneath, clean, warm, human. "I'll be the worst boyfriend you've ever had. Publicly. I'll show up late. I'll say the wrong things. I'll make you roll your eyes in front of everyone. And he'll still hate it. Because he'll know, every time I touch you... that you chose chaos over his boring, predictable, cheating ass."

"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."

"I am pathetic. I'm pathetic for wasting six years on a scumbag who hides behind my so-called 'best friend’s' skirt." I turned to Allysia, whose smug grin faltered slowly, unable to believe her ears. One thing is certain. The nerdy quiet part of me they know is getting buried right on this floor tonight. "Keep him, Allysia," I said, my voice carrying through the silent room with a sharpness that made her smile falter. "You’re right. You two assholes truly deserve each other. You’re both exactly the same. Thanks for wiping away the lying, cheating piece of shit I called a boyfriend. I hope you two rot in the deepest part of hell!"

Eva’s POV My boyfriend tried to sell me off to pay his debt—except the mafia Don he picked was my brother. And that idiot had no idea just how protective my brother was… or how brutal he could be to anyone who dared hurt his family. Whatever was in the car knocked me out the moment I got in. Time passed—I could feel that much—but my body stayed limp, weak. Eventually, I felt my mind clawing its way back. Not fully, but enough to hear.

"Kids before that? No. There was someone once...I could have made a life with her." I perked up. "Who?" "She was back in California, where I grew up. We were very young and in love. She was smart, beautiful, and never forgot a slight. Which was a problem for us since I, well..." He got serious for a moment but then burst out laughing. "Well I guess was I the probably the worst boyfriend ever. She dumped my ass and I came out here to the mountains, all sad and lonely, like a country music album. It was the best thing for me, honestly, and definitely the best for her."

"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.

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.