Novel & Cerita Your Boyfriend Game Peter Fanart

Peter was always good with me and recently started to flirt with me. He and my best friend Katia are twins. They have the same characteristics, same blond hair and ocean blue eyes, both of them are tall but Peter is taller and more muscular. Peter, Fabien and Antony are the most good-looking guys at our school, girls go crazy for them. Fabien and Antony whore around all the time but Peter isn’t a player like them.

My eyes narrowed into slits. "I do have a boyfriend," I said icily. "And I'd appreciate it if you didn't come onto me again."* For a second, something dark flickered across his face but then, just as quickly as it came, he smirked. What the hell is his deal? Before I could dwell on it, Peter came bounding over like an excited kitty. "Hey, so... did you know you two don't just look alike but your name sounds similar to Lara?" I blinked. "Huh?"

"Well what are you waiting for? Go say hi!" "Uh..." I trailed off needing a moment. None of the guys I have met before today have been anywhere close to as good looking as he was. Some weren't ugly by any means but if the side view of this guy was good enough to be a model I can't imagine seeing his full face is like. You can do this Aubrey. Its just a business transaction. You are paying him to be your fake boyfriend, that is all. Be professional and go say hi. I nodded to my inner voice, probably looking like a lunatic to anyone watching me.

I finally snapped, the frustration bubbling over. Peter rolled his eyes, a hint of exasperation in his voice. “I saw your precious boyfriend storm out of the house. And he was looking at me like I had just run over his mom. Like he couldn’t wait to… I don’t know… disembowel me or something.” “He’s not my boyfriend,” I muttered, the words barely audible. Peter raised an eyebrow. “But you slept with him, didn’t you?”

“Miss Chen, the announcement is locked in. Contracts are waiting at the house. Smile for the crowd. This is blowing up online.” “Blowing up my life, you mean,” I fired back. “For what? Your ratings?” Nate’s hand brushed my waist as he turned us toward the cameras. His fingers spread warm through my shirt. “Mine’s blowing up too. Yelling only makes the clips worse. Breathe with me.” “Breathe with you?” I faced him, our bodies too close in the crush. His eyes held mine, dark and intense. “You’re my brother’s best friend and suddenly my fake boyfriend? This is insane.”

" Ava said. "Fine! "I don't have a boyfriend, but what have you done till now? You could not even make a single girlfriend." Ava teased Peter. "Hello, excuse me! You always wanted a boyfriend, but I’m not interested in this kind of relationship, love, or dates," Peter replied, breaking the silence. "That's why I haven't made any girlfriends, but it's not like I’m not capable of making a girlfriend." Peter defended himself. "Even now, if I play a pinch, thousands of girls will stand in front of me to date me." Samantha chuckled in response.

"What?" "What was what you didn't understand?" "You... He... You two-," Julian can barely articulate his own sentence. "We're boyfriend and girlfriend. He asked me yesterday, and I accepted." The demon's citrine-colored eyes are glassy: "Please tell me this is a joke." "I am terribly serious. And by the way, why all the shock? You know that you and I are becoming romantically involved." "Yes, but... But not like this." "In what way, then?"

Peter acted like a shield,a source of comfort to Antonio. “Yooo, wassup”. Antiono said giving out his hands for a handshake. Peter smiled, he was used to Antiono's constants visit. “Let's go in then”. Peter said holding the groceries he bought that morning like something really important was inside the bag. Antiono locked his car. He followed Peter in. Peter’s house was amazing ,to Antiono it felt like a comfort zone. The only problem Antiono had with Peter was with Women. Peter had the best ideas with women but he never believed in true love. Peter never saw any reason why a guy would leave all those beautiful ladies on earth, just for one lady. It felt like selfishness to him.

While it’s not uncommon for female creators to face malicious comments, this time, it felt exceptionally vicious. While I was still confused about what was going on, my phone buzzed. I answered the call, and my best friend’s anxious voice came through. “Piper! How could you let your boyfriend use that piece for the competition?” I was baffled. “What competition piece?” She quickly sent me a link. The moment I clicked on it, rage surged through me like fire reaching my head.

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.