Your Boyfriend Game Novels & Stories

Deborah was the first to react. She smiled and said, “Oh, Riley, you’re back? Why didn’t you knock? You scared me.” “I went to the bank today. “When we got married, you gave me a twenty-thousand-dollar cash wedding gift. I took it out today. The bank said only two thousand dollars of it was real. The other eighteen thousand dollars were all counterfeit.” The living room fell completely silent upon hearing my words. The smile on Deborah’s face disappeared.

“Yes. My boyfriend. We’ve been together for months. He’s driving in this afternoon and staying the night. So whatever this little stepsibling game is, it’s over.” Damon’s jaw flexed. He pulled his sweatpants up slowly, never taking his eyes off me. “You’ve been fucking me while you have a boyfriend?” “Don’t act shocked. You’ve been fucking me while you have a girlfriend.” My voice rose. “We both know this is just rivalry and stress and being stuck in the same house. It doesn’t mean anything.” He took a step closer. I stepped back until my spine hit the fridge. “It meant something when you were coming on my cock five minutes ago,” he said quietly. “It meant something when you begged me not to

"I, Ferdinand Alexander 'Sandro' Alfonzo Mercado do solemnly swear to you that I will diligently execute the position of a boyfriend, and will, to the best of my ability, uphold my love, and support every little thing you does neglecting your crazy but cute attitude and to live each day with you with all my heart. Will you be my girl?" There she stood like a doll, she remained still and did not even try to react to my confession. Am I not good enough to be her boyfriend? Everyone says that I am the nation's choice. How can she not choose me?!

I allowed him time to think and let him spoke his mind but when I heard his next words, I was caught off guard. "--- What I mean is that you don't see me as your boyfriend.” At this point, I was not sure what to say anymore. So I drawled, "Well, no---" Yet before I could even finish what I was about to say, Alex already cut me off. “But I am! I am supposed to be your boyfriend, right? That is why I was made; to be someone’s boyfriend and since you bought me—“

demon read their name, Zoe was a girl and Leri was a boy. the girl had quite angry nature, and she look frustrated, she is here to win, and the boy got cheerful and happy nature, he want to help her in every way possible, but the girl always seems so far from his reach but he still tries to chase her. this game is a game of past trauma, each player will be connected, to a device, and as each player comes, he will be sent to his dark or beautiful memories and their partner have to wake them up, if they fail to wake them up, that player can never wake up, now questions arise how to going to wake their partner when they going to be in deep sleep and dreaming about their past.

The next words that leaves his mouth sound like a bomb "He's my boyfriend" SILENCE.

“Yvana, is this some sick game. I’ve watched p**n growing up all my life and this isn’t how three some works. What you’re doing is satisfying yourself from watching your boyfriend eat me up that’s different. We’re supposed to fucking do this together.” “And who do you think you are to tell me how this should work?” “Oh please he’s not even your boyfriend.” And that got me the first slap I’ve ever had in a while. I think it brought a few lose screws in me back

“What does my boyfriend want to do tonight?” The word still sounded strange on her lips. Boyfriend. Mate made sense in the ancient, primal way our connection demanded. Partner carried the weight of equality and shared rule. But boyfriend? It sounded almost absurdly youthful, like something teenagers called each other while making questionable decisions under moonlight. Yet somehow, Katherine made it sound important. Sacred, even. A private declaration that belonged only to us. “I don’t know,” I answered honestly. Her eyes widened dramatically, as if I had suggested something truly outrageous. “You don’t know?”

“Me? I’m her boyfriend.” —

"Okayyy. Just, if you keep telling him that I'm weird, it could bring up a lot of questions for you." "In other words, keep your mouth shut?" "Yes." "What happens if he asks about your boyfriend?" "I do have a boyfriend. He's right beside me." She stood on tipped toes and kissed him. "Now that that's done, show me how to play the new game." "You did that so I won't ask any more questions?" "Exactly." He glared at her. "So. Game?" He was about to speak when he noticed someone getting up from the couch. "Hey." The person said. Finally on his feet. "Surprised?"