Novel & Cerita Your Boyfriend Game Fanfiction

My boyfriend and I were playing one of those honesty games when he suddenly claimed he made money by working as an NPC in a horror game, killing players for cash. I laughed immediately. Looking at his clear, puppy-like eyes, every blink just made me want to hug him. A killer? Please. What kind of killer would spend every day cooking, doing laundry, handing over all his money, and constantly begging his girlfriend for cuddles? He was more like the perfect boyfriend straight out of a dating sim.

"I want you to be my boyfriend." He stared at me. Then he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "That’s bold. Even for you." "Is it a yes?" I asked sweetly. "No." His answer was sharp. "I don’t play toy games. Especially not ones involving my half brother." I leaned in, lowering my voice. "This isn’t a game. It’s revenge. Axel ruined me. Now, I’m going to ruin him. Piece by piece. Heart first."

And he — the cockiest, most impossible man alive — kept the organ all to himself. I can’t help it. I love this hunt, this twisted, genius mess of a scavenger game he’s orchestrated. Every little detail he pieced together, every memory he’s curated … just for me. I’m laughing, crying, and grinning like a complete maniac. I am officially the luckiest girl alive — owner of the perfect, infuriatingly cocky, dangerously brilliant boyfriend.

Let's see who Hayden cares for more! Hayden instantly frowned deeply and turned to bark at me, "Selina Grant, do you have to be so mean? Mel has always been this straightforward! She doesn't have any ulterior motives!" "Is that so?" I tilted my head to look at him. "So she's using my boyfriend to prove how straightforward she is?" "It's just a game! Do you have to take it so seriously?" Hayden practically yelled at me. "When did you become so petty?" How utterly ridiculous.

It was a rather awkward position, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at anything around me. A sigh escaped Kain’s lips. It sounded like it relieved him to know I didn’t hate him. “Then you will not quit, right?” His question made me angry, but before I could shoot him a glare, he continued to say, “hopefully not, because I would be lonely without my boyfriend there every day.” My heart skipped a beat as he referred to me as his boyfriend. Though the joy was mixed with suffering. “But… I’m not… anymore,” I sobbed, shaking my head sadly.

“You don’t need to worry about me, Micah. Just go to work and come home fast so that we can get back into your bed.” Micah’s eyes roam over my face with a quiet intensity. With a husky voice, he leans close and asks, “Okay. So what will you do?” I wave my hand and shrug my shoulders. “I’ll probably go back to Maleah’s shop and help her out. She and Hunter seem to have become serious.” Micah rolls his eyes. “I saw that she and Hunter were going pretty hot and heavy at the bar the other night.” A giggle escapes my lips as I bend my knee and rock side to side. “Looks like lust is in the air.” Micah scoffs at my comment and moves back into the bedroom. “I have to get dressed.” I follow behind hi

as he jogged over. “You came,” he said, breathless, cheeks still flushed from the game. "I thought you'll be tired after making the trip back." “Of course I did. I wouldn't miss my boyfriend's game.” He smiled wildly and there was no mistaking the genuity on his face. "Your boyfriend. I like the way that sounds coming from you. You should call me that more often." Then his hand brushed mine, not quite holding but not casual either. “The guys are heading out to celebrate,” he said. “But… I’d rather spend the night with you.”

"Happy now?” "Where the hell are you gal?" Faith exclaimed, running his eyes round the background. I frowned in disappointment. "Heck. I thought you wanted to see my face.” They were on the bed. "What's that game console behind you? Is the owner your boyfriend?” I looked back at the simulation game set up which I had barely noticed. "Guys I'm tired, please. He's not my boyfriend. Just a rich spoilt jerk.” To my surprise, Asher suddenly poked his head into the call and they both gasped in awe, especially Cassie.

“Whether I have a boyfriend or not, it’s not going to happen.” A subtle grin moved over his lips. “I can already tell how complicated it would become if we went down this road.” “Why does it have to be complicated?” “You seem like the complicated type.” He smirked. “You’re the one playing games, sweetheart.” “Games?” I asked incredulously. “I told you I have a boyfriend and I’m not interested.” “No,” he said. “You are interested, and you’re using your lame boyfriend as an excuse. Don’t act like you don’t want this as much as I do.”