Your Boyfriend Game Day 3 Novels & Stories

His anger was bursting at the seams now. "You went away from me and had fun with that guy, huh?" Alex asked in a super sarcastic tone. To be honest, Angelina felt scared but she was still brave. "He's my boyfriend. It doesn't matter if I go out with my boyfriend or anyone else, and it has nothing to do with you!" "Sassy! How dare you say that to me. Come with me, you must be punished, Angelina!" "No-no!"

It’ll be fun. Bastards. Topher staggered toward me, stretching out a hand, his eyes filled with concern and apology. I jerked a step back, freaking out, because what if he touched me and I actually felt him? Two senses turning on me and playing tricks on my mind I could buy, but if a third joined the game…? I don’t know. That would make this feel a little too real. And if this was real, then… Then my boyfriend of three fucking years was cheating on me. In my apartment. With my roommate. On my goddamn couch!

I intended to turn them into an art report. However, three days later, Sophie showed up at my door. She held two lattes in her hands and waved one in front of me, beaming as she grabbed my hand. "Evie! I have a boyfriend now! He's got a game today. Will you come and watch it with me?" I remembered her telling me about someone she liked. They'd been dancing around each other for a long time, neither willing to take the first step. I never expected that after just three days apart, Sophie had already made him her boyfriend.

Because of my mom, I had added a love emoji to Roland’s name. “Yes. We came to attend a party together. He must be worried after not seeing me for so long. Since I already sang, can you let me go?” I hoped and prayed he would let me go. “You are rejecting me because of him?” Gab sounded annoyed. I swallowed, not sure how to answer. “Let’s play a game. I will turn off your phone. If your boyfriend finds you in five minutes, then I will let you go,” he offered. I was not foolish enough to agree easily. “What if he doesn’t?” I asked.

she pulled me to sit beside her. “Truth or dare guys, come around” the guy shouted. My heart raced as the game began. With every question asked, my heart rate tripled and my adrenaline rose to the heights of mountain Everest. It would soon be my turn but when I turned to my left I spotted my boyfriend. Logan was in the game too. There were 2 people before me. Then it was Logan's turn. His best friend stood up with a mischievous smile. “Logan I dare you to kiss Arya”

But I can't help but keep calling him little one, just to see him getting all shy and cute. "What's wrong, baby bun?" I grin at him causing him to blush immediately. Adrien chuckles beside us, making my baby's face heat up even further. Embarrassed, my cute boyfriend tilts his face back and busies himself with opening his lol account. Once the game is ready, he grabs the gaming glasses from the desk and hands them to Adrien. "Oh, are you going to let him play first?" I ask. "That's what happens when you tease your boyfriend too much," Adrien smirks, putting on the glasses. And then he sits back comfortably on the luxury gaming chair and starts playing the game while I enviously watch him enj

So he suggested to Ella to play with him. Ella hears the reward is a meal worth $500, she agrees. Raymond pulled Ella's hand to the opposite building and signed up. There are a total of ten couples participating in the game. “Thank you for your participation.” The host spoke loudly with a smile. “The rules of the game, the boyfriend will carry his girlfriend on his back and he has to stand on one leg. The pair that stands longer, they will win.

I hated to admit that, at that moment, I would give up ten beautiful women to be sure of the taste of his kiss. And I know how wrong that can sound. The next day, Colton would be posing next to Mikaela Johnson while pretending to her family that he was the boyfriend of years she always said she had, and he couldn't have scratch marks on his body or hickeys to hide with makeup on his neck, and we both couldn't hold the blame hovering over our heads. Thinking about it, I should feel really bad for wanting it so much, but I didn't feel at all.

I heard them the moment I stepped into the house. They were loud. I stood in the doorway, closed my eyes, listened, and tried to guess the girl. It had become a little game of mine. A girl has to entertain herself somehow. The moan that floated down the stairs was high pitched and dramatic, with that particular performance quality. It was too easy. "Yep. That's definitely Daisy." My boyfriend was upstairs. With Daisy. Again.

“You’re here. Shouldn’t you be working on your campaign? Don’t tell me you’ve given up on the race.” Not a chance in hell. “Hi,” I barely refrain from spitting the words at her. “No, I haven’t given up on the campaign. I’m merely here to see my boyfriend.” “Oh, I see.” Her eyes flicker to Aiden for a brief second. “As for my BOYFRIEND, he’s in the living room. We’re actually about to play a drinking game. You should join us. You too Aiden.” “Sorry, but I don’t think we —“