A Cute Girlfriend By Semimaru Novels & Stories

“Lionel Alan I love you so much, but why should I marry Clinton Rory?” She remembered the angry look of Clinton Rory, the more she was afraid, that man did not love her, he always used his anger to look at her, did not like her as his wife, Wouldn't her future life be more painful and disappointing? While she was grieving, she immediately received a text from Lionel Alan, she hurriedly turned on her phone to see the message.

It was a known fact that Melody Shaw, the school belle, only dated people for three months. Yet, she went out with me for nine months. Everyone said that it was proof that I was her true love. However, a viral post in the forums said that her true love, Mike Clint, had returned and that she would ditch me for him soon enough. I thought it was a joke and wanted to show it to her, but she turned to her side and pulled away from me, pretending to be asleep. I thought she was upset that a girl gave me her number, but I needed her contact information for my report. So, I pulled her into my embrace like nothing was out of the ordinary. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were sealed shut. My h

"Mummy! I like him. I'm his girlfriend now and this is the truth. You have to accept him" .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

The offer of money for payment to pose as his girlfriend—with the possibility of doing what girlfriends and boyfriends do behind a closed door and most of all, the possibility of a marriage contract should they had to—was like a splash of cold water to the face. And that was the reason behind the exorbitant fee he was offering me. That wasn’t even the end of it. The fees mentioned were just for the girlfriend job. There’s going to be a million US dollars for the marriage contact, subject to change depending on what difficulties we might find hard to work out if we do get married. “You are not being paid to prostitute yourself, Gia,” he said last night in a somber tone, though it still had me

No one answers until the third time. “Well, well, well.” Mariam stares down at me, arms folded over her chest with a crooked smile on her face. “If it isn't the boyfriend snatcher.” She's in one of Eric's shirt, which her body fills so well, and a black tight that takes a peek below the curve of the shirt.

"What's a lemen?" Maris asked the nice female who radiated so much joy from just the way she looked at Maris. Maris interlocked her fingers behind her and tried to divert the topic of her staring at a guy's butt. She couldn't believe they were inside her head. "Like a consort, yin yang or soulmate." She stepped forward to place a hand on Maris' chest. Maris' gaze followed her hand and her heart paced. How was she sure these people wouldn't turn into wolves to bite her head off?

He could not help but turn his neck while still trudging forward in the hope of sculpting their various allure in his overly active mind. “You’re too young for that, Tiny Slim. Didn’t you say that you still have to cultivate hard in order to make your parents proud? You can’t achieve that if you ogle women left and right.” Maru replied while smiling at his friend. He, too, inspected the collection of sexiness and approved of Tiny Slim’s verdict. These women were indeed extraordinary. “The owner is waiting inside, young master.” the pretty waitress said specifically to Maru before leaving silently back to whence they came from.

"Hahaha hilarious now, you mean the man asked you to be his girlfriend?" Rhea burst out in laughter and Sia embraced it because it sounded ridiculous, how could Emiliano reduce her to being a girlfriend when she was his wife. Was it some sort of promotion but in her case it was the opposite because she was now demoted to the lowest ranks

Luna’s POV “Luna… will you marry me?” The words slam into me like a physical blow. The entire café goes silent, as if the world itself is holding its breath. A chair screeches. Someone gasps. A girl near the counter squeals, “Say yes!” And right in front of me, on one knee, is Ethan Rell. The quiet, polite boy from my class. The one who once borrowed my notes and barely said two sentences to me. Now he’s kneeling in the middle of a crowded café, holding out a ring that sparkles under the lights like it’s mocking me.

“I’m here.” She squeezed my fingers—barely there, but enough. Marlene stood beside me, hand on my shoulder, eyes glassy as she watched us. Reina’s gaze shifted to her, curious even through the pain. I swallowed hard. “Reina… this is Marlene. My… girlfriend.” Reina’s lips curved under the mask—a small, tired smile. She looked at Marlene, then back at me, her eyes saying what her voice couldn’t: She’s pretty. You’re happy.