Annoying Girlfriends Novels & Stories

His girlfriend yelled, I ignored her and went on to bring out the things I would need for my cooking, “I hate you, I hate you ahhhhh….!” She yelled like a frustrated old granny I took a deep sigh and turned to them, “You better not get close to me cause I promise the next thing that will happen is your whole damn teeth on the floor” “Are you jealous because I got the man you wanted” “Man? Who's the man?” I asked looking around even into space, “I swear babe she is so annoying” “Cry baby, you can't even moan properly you were busy screaming like a stray cat”

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆ 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 Okay. Imagine the pure, incandescent urge to kick a woman you’ve just met square in her perfectly sculpted face, just because she annoys the hell out of you. That was me. I had the sweetest itch to kick that bitch. Yes—Sienna. My boyfriend’s cousin. I fantasise about redecorating her face. What in the actual fuck is wrong with her? Answer: everything, in the most exhausting, performative ways.

And his hair looks in the perfect length I like, his shoulders look bigger than usual, his lips look so good… “And I hate that you broke up with us because that took away my chance to do it first. But I still want to tell you… you’re the worst girlfriend I’ve ever had.” I’m the only girlfriend he’s ever had. “Ex-girlfriend,” I correct him. His lip curls in anger. “And by the way, you’re the most annoying boyfriend I’ve ever had. The Moon Goddess should have given me Justin instead.” Fuck, I know that’s a low blow as soon as it leaves my goddamn lip and of course I regret it immediately, especially because I said it in front of everyone and now the whole boardroom is uncomfortable.

My mood was already ruined, so we just took a cab home because I needed to rest and calm my head. "I'm coming over tonight to watch a movie with you," Enny said to me before she headed over to her apartment, and I rolled my eyes, walking inside. I threw myself on the couch as soon as I walked, releasing a deep and frustrating breath. 'She must be your girlfriend' As those words replayed in my head, I couldn't help but scoff unbelievably. "Is he kidding me? Girlfriend? When did I become his girlfriend and had no idea about it, huh? This is so funny and annoying," I cackled for a moment and stopped to scoff angrily again like a crazy woman on drugs. I was high... Really high on anger.

“Am I? I thought you said I could be a handful.” A few squeals erupt around the table, while a few young girls fangirl over us. At the other end of the table, a young guy snorts, “Can you please stop that? You two are so into each other, it gives the rest of us a bad look. My girlfriend was complaining last night that I wasn’t more like Trevor’s character in the drama. If she saw you in real life, she wouldn’t stop pestering me. I would like a break for a moment.”

My girlfriend, Loretta Summers, is an introvert and quiet by nature. Even our daily conversations are limited to things like, "Have you eaten?" or "Are you asleep?" Then, at a New Year's class reunion, I see her chatting animatedly with a guy, Ivan Lane. That is when I realize— it is time for us to break up.

I said as I poured myself another glass of the alcohol. "Having a girlfriend means she will cling to you all day and text you all day and then she will move into your house and she will get jealous easily and the list goes on." Mason said as he shook his head completely hate the fact of having a girlfriend. "Not all girls like that, Mason." "Well I guess your girlfriend is an exception." I said as I put some ice into my glass.

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.

I did that all by myself. “Cheer up. It’s not a death sentence.” “No, it’s much, much worse. You don’t have an annoying stalker, or annoyingly protective brothers, and an even more annoying brother’s friend, who annoys you. And you didn’t say goofy stuff to that same annoying ass because he’s so annoyingly sexy, and now he’s going to be even more annoying.” I squint my eyes trying to count how many times I’ve said the word ‘annoying’, but it still doesn’t seem enough.

We laughed together until I heard my brother enter. I glared at him and his new girlfriend. God dammit! Just two weeks ago, I saw his girlfriend. The tall and creepy one that clings onto him. And a week ago, there's this new girl again. I heard her name is Rachel. And now, there's another new one. And she looks so daring. Her skirt is way too high and her blouse is so low. It's like she's a slut. I'm really pissed. I'll really talk to him later.