Asmongold Ex Girlfriend Novels & Stories

He asked. “Yes, I am Rachel Rick”. “You are the daughter of Rick Manawr! Dude he is the richest men in the entire city”. Smith said excitedly, while I was staring at his beautiful face. Next day when I was at my class, I found out that Smith was at same class as me and Amber I guess that’s when Amber noticed him. Smith started approaching me vey kindly and generously, I thought it was really sweet of him and then after few months he asked me to be his girlfriend, I was hastened at first but then said yes eventually. In the first date we shared our first kiss. I sometimes find Amber and Smith talking to each other but I ignored it, thinking that they are just talking about school stuff, becau

Armstrong laughed, "I'm just messing with you but then we are friends and you can consider it helping each other out, I don't see anything wrong. I would do it for you if the roles were reversed." "What about your girlfriend?" Mabel asked, "don't tell me you don't have one." "Had," Armstrong replied. "The last girlfriend I had cheated on me. Apparently, she loved someone else but was with me for my money. After finding out, I broke up with her and different girls have tried to get my attention since then but I keep turning them down. I'm wary of girls who try to get my attention now because I know most of them are gold diggers.

The curiosity shining in his eyes made me suddenly find him adorable. Hence, like I was telling a joke, I told him about our conflict. After listening to our tale, Richard scrunched his nose in disdain. “Are they stupid? Your ex doesn’t believe in you, his former girlfriend, and your childhood friend doesn’t believe in you, even though you grew up with him. Instead, they chose to protect a manipulative witch?” I giggled at his brash insult. When I spoke of what had happened from a pure narrative standpoint, I suddenly found myself letting go of a lot of weight on my shoulders.

He smelled like the gym and anger. "Tomorrow is the fitting," Marcus started. He tapped his pen on the desk. Tap. Tap. Tap. "The world thinks you two are siblings now. The 'Pure Angel' and the 'Reformed Son.' That is the story. If anyone asks about the past, what do you say?" "We say we were kids," I said. My voice was flat. "We say it was a summer crush that turned into a friendship." "Wrong," Marcus snapped. "You don't use the word 'crush.' You don't use the word 'summer.' You say, 'We’ve always felt like family.' You say, 'Roman has been a rock for me during my rise to fame.'"

“Me?… What was THAT all about, Annie?… I mean, do you know him?” “Oh my God, Mandy, he was the ex-boyfriend I was telling you about back in college!” “Herbie?” “Yes! Herbert, remember!” “Oh yeah, Herbert - Herbie!… He’s cute!” Mandy teasing her sister. “Stop it! You know how I feel about him!” “That was like a million years ago! You’re still mad?” “Oh, I don’t know. It’s just that I never expected to see him. We have never bumped into each other in a long long time and this is not exactly how I imagined our next meeting will be.”

Five years ago, for the sake of my fiancee, Ellia Murdock, I went overseas alone to deal with all the obstacles her family faced. The day I returned, she sent a car to pick me up to attend her son's birthday party. She smiled and introduced me as her long-lost uncle, who was also crazy, in front of all the guests. Her son clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Mommy, I want to ride the crazy horse!" Ellia's smile vanished. Her voice turned cold as she ordered, "Jason, don't ruin Nial's fun. Get down." My heart jolted. I glared at her. "Ellia, you want me to let a brat ride me like a horse?" Right after I finished my sentence, her current husband slapped me across the face. "What's with the

"I've been nothing but bad for you. I wronged you before and I wronged you again by bursting back into your life. You're too good for me and I ruined my chance to be with you." Hugh's face betrayed his emotion; he was clearly moved. "Cecilia ... " "Let's talk about something happier." Cecilia forced herself to smile. "I've brought you your favorite food. You should look after your girlfriend better. I've noticed she hardly visits anymore. You must have done something to upset her." Hugh smiled, bitterly. "She's a good person, but she's stubborn. If I'm being honest, right now, I prefer your company." As they were talking, I was standing by the door with a flask full of soup. When I heard Hug

“Well,you better believe amd you wouldn’t want to mess with his girlfriend” “And who might that be?” “It’s Ashley” Jamal said and she started laughing. “Ashley? That girl that beats up every guy back in highschool, really? You settled for her?” “Don’t you dare anything negative about my girlfriend” “Ashley’s also my best friend,so mind what you say about her if you don’t want me to put bruises on your face” “Jamal,does she know you and i had something together?” “You and i had nothing,We were only s*x buddies, that’s all”

Vicky said. Amber nodded, she had gone through the phase herself a while back. "I'll talk to him later ... the sooner he joins the party the better for his career ... then he can dump that girlfriend of his and have the real taste of Goldstone." She glanced at Tom's hind and turned back to Vicky, "I know I want to try some of that soon enough." They both chuckled. ********** "Hey babe, where are you?" he asked on the phone. He could hear a murmur in the background and a little bit of shouting.

He would park outside Conner's house, waiting for me to leave, only to tail me again, always staying just out of sight. "Elliott sure has a lot of free time," Conner commented one day, arms crossed as he looked out the window at the car below. I responded with a simple "Hmm," keeping my tone neutral, but didn't say more. No matter how much time passed, scars never truly returned to their original state. And no matter what Elliott did, there was no going back to what we once had. Conner leaned casually against the kitchen doorframe, his eyes fixed on me as I washed the dishes, a look of quiet fascination on his face. "Candice," he said, "would you be my girlfriend?"