A Girlfriend Name Novels & Stories

If I go and ask him , I will look to desperate and I don't want to look like a desperate girlfriend. Girlfriend. I like the sound of that , I ..Noah Williams girlfriend. We will get married and live happily ever after. If only I knew happily ever after was far from being with Noah Williams.

She was my princess, and I knew she will rule my heart like a queen when we will grow old. I am smart, brave, and very over-protective of the person whom I love. I love the concept of saving the damsel in distress. But then everything went down the hill when I discovered who my girlfriend is. My Girlfriend had kept one of the biggest truths of her life from me. My Girlfriend was never a damsel in distress. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen!

Chapter Three : Jay pov I told myself it didn't mean anything. The staring. The way my chest went tight when Cole Ashford looked at me. The fact that I replayed every word of that gym conversation while lying in bed at 2am, staring at my ceiling, my heart beating too fast. It didn't mean anything. I had a girlfriend. A good one. Maya was kind, beautiful, and somehow not turned off by my secondhand sweaters and calloused hands. She laughed at my stupid jokes. She remembered my coffee order. She deserved better than me obsessing over her older brother.

Without thinking, I stood up and shouted across the café, “Babe! Sweetheart! Come over here!” She turned around, startled and visibly confused. I didn’t give her time to react. I quickly walked over, grabbed her hand, and dragged her back to the table. “See, Naomi,” I said smoothly, snaking an arm around her small waist. “Meet my girlfriend… uhmmm…” I looked at her waiting for an answer. Hell, I don't know her name. Thankfully, she was sharp enough to catch on. “Zoey,” she said. Zoey? What a beautiful name.

“You always have different names for girls. They’re either naïve, loud, psycho, desperate, or just nosy. Which one am I?” “My girlfriend,” he muttered. “Can you stop saying that? You’re making me uncomfortable,” she admitted. “Stop being a baby. For real, what are you scared of? Don’t you care about me, at least? Why am I the only one feeling something? Am I that repulsive?” “Don’t say that.” She held his hand. “I like you a lot, okay? But calling me your girlfriend feels awkward.” “It’s fine. You’ll stay my best friend while I get a girlfriend. But first, let’s imagine a scenario.”

The name from the phone. "I'm Emma Reed," I responded. "Well, Emma, it’s so good to meet you," Sophie said, stepping closer and tucking her hair behind her ear. She turned back to Luca, beaming. "I'm Luca’s girlfriend. Well, it's 'complicated' according to our parents, but I’ve missed him so much this semester." Girlfriend. The word echoed in the quiet garden. Luca didn't correct her. He didn't look at me. He just stared at the gate.

Beau said without giving me a chance to cut him off. “Beau, slow down. She is my girlfriend. Her name is Liora,” I told him. “Really? You are lying. You don't like very curvy ladies…” “Beau, she is mine, which means she is off-limits.” “Damn! I wish I had met her first. Does she know that you are an asshole?” he said. I rolled my eyes. “She doesn't have to know, but you and the rest can know that I am an asshole,” I retorted.

A. I coughed and I looked at my P.A, “This is your boyfriend?” She nodded, “Yes, Miss.” “Miss is awkward, just call me by my name!” I said. She laughed, “I’m comfortable calling you to miss, but Okay, Alta.” The weird thing is that my boyfriend's best friend's girlfriend is serving me. “What the fuck, Bros?” Beau whispered to his friend. “Oh? I didn't visit you here Beau. I am here for my girlfriend.”

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

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r