Your Boyfriend Game Novels & Stories

But still… "You want me to believe that!?" I retorted back, I'm in no mood for playful bickerings. He sighed narrowing his eyes infinitesimally. He looked as if he is offended by my question and let out a heavy sigh. "He has brought his special alien girlfriend, dint he?” He questioned. My fingers where clenched to fists. His words cut right through me tearing my flesh up. I quickly averted my head away, so that he couldn’t see how much those words hurt me. How did he know this…

We didn't have a game for the next two weeks, and I was plotting revenge against my boyfriend with his other girlfriend. Tessa and I agreed the only way we could get revenge on him was if we both kept up the charade. After all, one scorned girlfriend would be the prime suspect, while two would be like pleading guilty instantly. I'd done my best to act normal around Danny, and it was easy, as long I didn't think about Tessa. But to be honest, that was almost always. I couldn't get her face out of my head, every time I looked at him.

I assumed we could no longer afford it. And when my boyfriend told me he doesn't care where we are going to eat as long as we are together, my worries were gone right away. And I felt so happy that my dad and Dexter were talking with Ashton about his game, and I could tell both of them were proud of my boyfriend, and of course; after seeing his game, I became so proud of Ashton, and I became his number one fan now. And I realized how good Ashton is, and starting today, I will find time to be with my boyfriend, and most of all, I will make sure I watch his every game.

“Why are you explaining? There's nothing special about me and I am not the only one that would be brought to this house. Do you enjoy this? Why don't you just let me go? Why are you holding on like a puppy?“ “What?“ “It's not like we are a real thing. This game should end soon since your family hasn't really bothered you with marrying my sister. We are not real, why are you acting like you're my boyfriend?“ “Because you're MINE!“ That slipped out of his mouth as he couldn't accept letting her go. She stared at him in disbelief. “What? Are you fucking crazy?“ “Yes! I am crazy! I must be out of my damn mind to want you to stay with me! I must be crazy for getting mad when I see you with other

He said, "I am one and you'll marry me someday anyway. Hmm, if you're going to marry me then that makes you my boyfriend." I said teasingly poking him but he ignored me and continued playing his game. I sighed and said, "If I beat you on that game, we'll be friends?" "You can't play this, you're a girl. Girls can't play videogames." He said, "Excuse me?" I scoffed, "Now you're really challenging me."

"My sister is too important to me. I want her to be with me all the time." Mary Kinson frowned and smiled awkwardly, "we can always be brother and sister. I also think it's good to have a brother." "No," the boy suddenly became serious. "Not as a sister. I mean to be my girlfriend." Mary Kinson was completely stunned. She grabbed her bag subconsciously, lowered her eyes and blinked in panic. "I... I have a boyfriend." The boy smiled generously and said indifferently, "I know. You wrote in the letter that you just had a boyfriend, right?"

FLASHBACK “Wow! My own girlfriend doesn't trust me!" I fought the urge to roll my eyes at Roman. He sat across me, being a little drama queen. "Well so far you haven't given me a reason to." I shot back. "I'm your boyfriend!" He yelled. "That really doesn't count right now!" He placed his hand on his chest and let out a long gasp. "Oh my - will you two stop it? It's just a game!" Kat snapped from where she sat beside me.

“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.”

“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 —“