Peter Your Boyfriend Game Novels & Stories

“Wait, is he your boyfriend??” My face instantly flushed and I attempted to pull my ankle from his hold and thankfully he gave in this time, but his gaze remained pinned on me as he continued. “Was that dude seriously your boyfriend?? What kind of shitty boyfriend is he if he can’t protect his girl?” I averted my gaze, feeling too embarrassed to admit that Peter was really my boyfriend. “Whoever he is, is none of your business.” I finally breathed out when I faced Dax again.

Held up his sign. "You're playing well," he said after a game. We'd won. 4-2. "I'm playing okay." "You're playing great. Don't argue with me." I didn't argue. The playoffs were hard. First round. Second round. Conference finals. Each series harder than the last. Each win more expensive. Each loss more painful. Jay was there. Every game. Every win. Every loss. "You're my rock," I told him. "I'm your boyfriend." "Same thing."

I asked her with a frown. “Yeah peter will be there and he asked me to accompany him”, she said. Her eyes gleamed, a genuine smile lingered on her face. She had a huge crush on him for years now, and she never said it out loud fearing his reaction and finally, he has made the move! “Wow!” I mouthed at her. “You should come too, we can have fun together” she said worriedly. “Eww… a threesome that is so disgusting Maggie” I said with mock revulsion. Her eyes bulged.

Kate scrolled down to the screenshots below the app description and swiped her thumb to the left. The screenshots featured the same soft artwork and oil pastel colors: a park, a beach, sample chat exchanges, the guy’s bedroom, his wardrobe and a chart of various emoticons. The screenshots announced: | Create your very own customizable boyfriend! Enabled with empathic AI, Your Dream Boyfriend will listen intuitively to you! Travel around the world with him! Purchase upgrades for your stylish boyfriend makeover!

I said feeling bad " Who is he?" Lovie asked looking at me with a weird look " Who is who?" I got confused immediately with the question " Can I get some privacy?" Lovie asked immediately as her phone rang immediately " Who's that calling you by this hour" I asked trying to get out words from her mouth " My boyfriend of course," she said trying to push me away " Peter," we both said together " Some privacy please," Lovie said with a commanding tune " Sorry" immediately Lovie stepped aside to a part of my apartment to talk with Peter in a low tune

" 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.

I gently let go of her hands and placed my hands in her head caressing it slowly, at this point I need to act really fast, my mind began to wander to which friend I actually have that would borrow me the money I need in the next twenty four hours. But reality was that I was the rich friend in my circle and it would be difficult for any of them to come up with that money in twenty hours. “Peter,” I whispered as I gently took out my phone from my pocket, “Yes, yes Peter!” -“Babes, please I need your help”- I typed and clicked send immediately. Peter was my boyfriend, we have been dating for one year now with marriage in mind, he is the perfect person to help me now that everything is going sou

"You’ve always been too nice, Arabella Leovough." I chuckle and drop my head. When I lift my gaze, Peter is staring at me with a look I’d rather not decipher and I clear my throat, keeping my stare blank as I speak. "And Peter?" He responds with a hum and I continue. "Don’t do that to any other girl. Until you’ve gotten better or found one who’s willing to embrace that side of you. Don’t do what you did with me." "I won’t. Thank you, Arabella." He mumbles, and I nod. Peter looks around me before his gaze falls on me again. "Where’s your boyfriend? I don’t see him around."