Your Boyfriend Game Day 3 Novels & Stories

We spent most of the next day in my room, enjoying each other’s company, before heading over to Brian’s place for game night. “Today, we’re giving you a chance for a rematch,” Mayoko announced. “But let’s raise the stakes.” “Alright,” Brian said, intrigued. “What do you have in mind?” “If we girls win,” Mayoko grinned, “we get a public love confession from you within the next two years. If we break up before that, the bet’s void.”

Zayn invited everyone to take a seat and looked toward Queenie, “It has been a long time since we last met, Queenie!” Queenie smiled shyly. “It’s been long.” Zayn took a glance without changing his expression. “This is?” Queenie explained, “This is my boyfriend, Kayson Yarde.” The corner of Zayn’s eyes twitched, and his gaze turned colder at once. “Queenie, you’re the only one with a partner tonight here. You’re going to have to punish yourself by taking three shots!” Queenie nodded. “Sure thing, sure thing!”

The company is practicing the pregnancy is again broken in the middle of the road. It is said that two out of three times so her mother also does not force anything but let her feathers until now still do not have a lover. Everyone who knows her sad love story also comforts a few or three sayings that there is grace to come, but the charm until the age of 23 has not seen anything. The manager saw her shaking her head and asked helplessly again to determine: "You... Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Jenny replied: "Not yet, manager." The manager clapped her forehead with a hand and looked at her with unimaginable eyes.

On Valentine's Day, I told my boyfriend, Cyrus Medford, that I wanted to break up with him because he's often not at home. He even told me that he was a monster in a survival game and needed to return to the game occasionally just to punish the players. What a joke! As if anyone would believe such far-fetched lies! Let's not talk about the fact that survival games didn't exist in this world. There was absolutely no way monsters would develop an eight-pack, nor would they demand hugs and kisses from me every day and torment me in bed all the time.

At a class reunion, someone introduced me to the man I had secretly dated for five years. “Mr. Lawson, Mia works on your research team too. Why don’t you two give it a try?” I walked over to Zeke Lawson, ready to take this chance to finally tell everyone that we were together. But Zeke took a step back and pointed toward his childhood friend, who had just returned from overseas. “No, thanks. I already have feelings for someone else.” He kept his distance and made sure no one would suspect anything between us. “If you’re looking to get married, I can introduce you to someone. I think you’d be a great match.” I let out an awkward laugh as I looked at Zeke, who was keeping a good ten fee

Turning toward me, his expression was unreadable. There was resistance in his eyes, but also a flicker of anticipation. If I took that paper, we'd practically kiss. Disgusting. The piece of tissue passed from his mouth would be barely the size of a thumbnail. If Tom wanted to keep the game going, he'd practically have to kiss me. How was I supposed to play that? Then I noticed a phone camera pointed at me. Someone was trying to film me kissing both men—to spread it around, probably. Paint me as the wild wife gone rogue.

His eyes twinkled with delight, and he smiled. "I don't have much time today, so let me get right to the point." His fingers had relaxed on her wrist, and his thumb glided leisurely over her pulse point. Her heart was definitely beating. It was most likely like a train under his fingertips. She remained still. She didn't even take a breath. She didn't want to miss out on the wonderful sensation of his touch. Did he realize how crazy his influence on her was? "I have a wedding coming up this weekend." She swears his lips twisted in disgust. "It's a family wedding." My brother is marrying in Marrakech. I'll be there Wednesday evening, which is why I won't be able to attend our Thursday meeting

"Don't you dare leave me again!" said Claire curtly. "Well, then let's find a place to spend the night," Leon replied with a timid smile. He then helped Claire to her feet. Claire's body ached in several places, such as an arm. She felt so tired and she remembered that she hadn't slept at all. After finding her lover cheating on her in the middle of the night, Claire was trapped in an old house, and now she is trapped in a game. What a bad day.

I looked into my phone for the one hundredth time since I got up just barely half an hour ago, waiting for that one particular text from Rowan my boyfriend of three years but there was nothing to be seen. No text, No call, Nothing. With a sad pout, I tossed my phone back onto my sheets and attempted pulling myself up from bed to go take a piss but launched myself back towards my phone like a lunatic when I heard it buzz. My anticipation was really cut short when it wasn't Rowan but my Best friend Valerie calling. I had just woken up and didn't think I could handle over and Hour's conversation with her just yet, so I chose to ignore the call after writing myself a mental note to return her ca

A friend of mine sent me an Instagram video. I clicked on it and watched as a couple playfully doted on each other. The guy fed the girl a strawberry with his mouth, then embraced her lovingly. I was about to exit the video out of boredom when the guy turned his head, and I froze. He looked just like my boyfriend, Julian Lawrence. Julian had been dabbling in social media ever since he graduated, though he was far from famous. His content mostly consisted of selfies, and I'd never seen him post any videos.