Your Boyfriend 18+ Novels & Stories

"As long as you're okay with it and you'll follow what I want, you can do what you want. But just don't come home late, and if you do, I'll just pick you up. But if you're afraid of people finding out you're already married, just tell them that I'm your brother's friend and Christian is busy, so I'm the one picking you up." She stared at Elijah as he spoke while looking at the screen of his phone. If nothing bad happened, Elijah would be okay to be a friend or even a brother, given their age gap. She was eighteen, while Elijah was 27 years old, the same age as her brother. She lowered her gaze to his lips, they were red as if he had lip balm with color on them. Her eyes squinted. "Do you lik

"Don't we have somewhere to go? The Pack Witch's?" "Evading this topic, huh?" "It's not bad for me to have a boyfriend, huh?" I asked. "I'm eighteen, Dad. Old enough to have a boyfriend and make my own decisions." "How about me, Dad. Can I have a girlfriend?" Jason asked in his tiny chirpy voice. My father gave him a look. "Hurry along, Jase. Aunt Raya has cookies for you." Jason looked at me. "He has a cool bike, though."

As if his ego needed further boosting, turning his lover into a begging mess certainly did the job. Wrapping his arms around the other, bringing the slender girl back against his chest, William let his hands wander. He felt the quivering anticipation of the blonde's musculature, flexing abdominal and obliques. Each breath, withering and shuddering, pleaded for the satisfaction only he could provide. "but if you insist," he all but purred against Cassie's ear as he pushed inside agonizingly slow. 'Oh! My ah Will! ..." Cassie couldn't help it. She held onto Will's muscular arm and let the man's hand have her about the neck and waist.

For the first time, I spoke gently, like a girl in love, and he responded in a tender tone I had never known from him before. If that was really nothing, then who had I been to him? My wrist ached where he held it so tightly, and suddenly I felt like crying. He claimed to be my boyfriend, and I allowed him to toy with me while keeping my feelings secret. When he said he wasn't, I had to pull back, behave as I should, and even help him with someone else's romance. Our relationship had always been dictated by him. I took a deep breath and lifted my chin, fighting back tears, and forced the lightest, most casual tone I could muster. "Jason, you're such a fool—you really got tricked. I haven't l

Ruth said, and reached across to squeeze Liam's hand on the table, and I thought, distantly, that my own sister was currently holding my boyfriend's hand with more enthusiasm than I had all week. "You're all too kind," Liam said, and did the thing where he ducked his head slightly, humble, charming, the exact performance that used to work on me too before I'd watched him do it so many times I could recite the choreography. He turned to me then. Slid his arm around the back of my chair, rubbed his thumb along my upper arm slow and warm, the kind of touch that was supposed to say I adore this woman to a room full of witnesses.

"But I will be next month. It's near, so I guess I'm already eighteen." "Next month?" Brother furrowed his brows. "You are still young, despite that. It's too far." "But you are eighteen! And you have more than your fair share of girlfriends. Why shouldn't I have mine?" "I'm almost nineteen." "But you were dating before you became eighteen!" "That's different. You are my baby boy. I won't allow you to date those girls. They are not worthy of you." "And what of you?" I stupidly said my thoughts out loud.

Since when? “She has a boyfriend?” I wasn’t even allowed to have a boyfriend until I was eighteen. How can she already have a boyfriend at seven? “She says he is not but she was all giggly when we saw him with his mom. He is ten. He is my beta’s son.” “I am still stuck on the fact that she is allowed to have a boyfriend at seven. I wasn’t allowed a boyfriend until eighteen. No daughter of mine is getting a boyfriend until twenty.” I told him and he laughed loudly. I made a face at him

My sudden reaction made my mother laugh mockingly "So he is your..." "No!" I answered, cutting the call. "Honey, if he's not your boyfriend, why are you hiding him from me? Why did you hang up on him?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. My mother's question made me feel a little uncomfortable. After all, the rival of our pack had been wanting to get close to me for a long time "Hester..." my mother's sudden voice snapped me out of my trance I quickly turned to her and nodded "Mother, you're wrong. He's not my boyfriend, he's just a friend" I added.

“You are only three! You cannot like a boy just yet.” Caleb’s horrified look wants me to roar in laughter, especially when Oakley rebutted, “He also said he liked me. He is now my boyfriend.” The girl hugged herself, looking quite pleased. And she was smug, too. Caleb was already getting red around the neck and the face. “No boyfriends! Break up with him tomorrow. You are not allowed to have a boyfriend until you are thirty!” He sputtered. “But Daddy, how old is thirty?”

he added. He kissed my forehead gently and said in a soft but firm voice, "My territory, my power, my life, and everything I have belongs to you. Will you stand by my side and become my one and only Luna?" "I will," I answered firmly.