Annoying Girlfriends Novels & Stories

I was so irritated I feared I'd say something I'd regret later if I stayed on the phone with her any longer than I had to. “Mmmmm detka, uh...I might be asleep...but call me first so I'll answer and then...we can Sk-Skype. I want to see your beautiful face, my perfect girl.” Her random hiccuping and constant slurring was grating at my nerves and I sighed curtly. "I beg your pardon everyone, b-but my girlfriend is a Princess." I heard her shout the announcement out loud, and bristled at the roaring laughter in response. “I hope you’re sober by then. I have to go.”

I want to know her. Me: ‘Well I am not gonna do that!’ June: ‘Oh I can do that!’ My-Dull-Mean-Happening-Girlfriend added to the group ‘Win Natalie’ My-Dull-Mean-Happening-Girlfriend: ‘WHAT is this place?’ My-Dull-Mean-Happening-Girlfriend: ‘OMG I am so honored.’ I facepalmed myself. Yeah, make me look bad, in front of my very first actual girlfriend. Long story short, now I am butt of the jokes of my three favorite girls.

I enjoyed sex, but I wasn't stupid. An idea came to mind. My contract girlfriend would provide the perfect distraction. "I have a girlfriend," I blurted out. "She is carrying my baby and is the absolute love of my life, so take your cock-sucking services elsewhere." Nadia froze for about a minute. Then a mocking smile appeared on the corners of her lips, reminding me of the witches in the horror films I used to watch with my siblings. "We have the same circle of friends. Why hasn't anyone announced your relationship upgrade?"

“Hmmm. Got any ideas?” “Nope. But I do know one thing,” I glare at him. “You’re fucking annoying.” Damon just grins like I handed him a compliment. “Why are you so mean to me?” “Because you exist!” “Ouch. You know, you’re lying,” he says, his grin widening. “All the girls would kill to be my mate.” He spreads his arms like he’s presenting himself on a goddamn game show. “I mean, come on, just look at me.”

“If you want to say something, say it.” His words snapped something inside me, how dare he pretend like he doesn’t know what he is doing. “It means, I am the type of girlfriend you want Kola, the type that won’t talk when your ‘best friend’ rubs her body on yours, I am the type of girlfriend who doesn’t get angry when your ‘best friend’ interrupts dates and turn it into a three way thing. I am the kind of girlfriend that doesn’t get angry when you ‘invite me to tag along’ while you are hanging out with your best friend and her friend while the girl is almost naked. I am the kind of girlfriend that you want because you have molded me into that role, so don’t get upset when I don’t care when y

Mary ~“To check how far you are.” Trayton ~“I am halfway there.” Mary ~“Can't you go any faster?” Trayton ~“No so stop phoning me.” I drop the call. Kenton ~“Your girlfriend sounds very annoying.” Trayton ~“Oh, believe me, she is very annoying. She is going to get it when I get home.” Emma ~“Why can you talk dirty and I can't.” Trayton ~”Because I don't have a big ass boyfriend.”

He stepped closer and said in a hoarse tone “Be my girlfriend.” “Not in this life.” I retorted. I turned back and walked away irritated. Why the hell he asked me to be his girlfriend? Did he get bore of all other sexy girls who drool over him? I muttered irritatingly. I sat on my chair and within few minutes Anna entered in. “She is not a girlfriend or anything. She is his friend’s girlfriend. They were talking about Roman's friend.” Anna said smiling. She then sat beside me. After few minutes, Harry and Roman entered in. I rolled my eyes looking at Harry. The classes were started and I started focusing on them.

The more he pushed, the more my irritation grew. It wasn't just about the tomatoes, though. Richard's constant chatter, and his ongoing need for validation and attention, grated on my nerves. His animated conversations and enthusiasm clashed with my reserved nature, leaving me craving moments of silence and solitude. The obvious difference between our personalities intensified my annoyance and made our living together more challenging.

“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.”

Monique says, earning an eye roll from me. I am definitely horny, that’s true, but that’s not the reason behind my annoyance. My annoyance is that my friends are trying so hard to get me to go out with a man without realizing a man is the last thing I want. I can’t remember the last time my heart beat for anyone. Actually, I remember, never.