Cross Eyed Girlfriend Novels & Stories

She had mocha colored skin and was a good looking woman not wearing much. “No.” He said flat out and turned to watch the entertainment going on, but to Serenity it kind of looked like he was watching paint dry. Was he just that out of touch? “Oh come on, you’re clearly different. Love the eye color, a dye or contacts?” She asked but he didn’t answer and she continued on. “Your girlfriend can come too. I like different and I don’t mind couples, more fun. You can be as rough as you like.” She moved to touch him and he was quick grabbing her wrist not even looking at her. Serenity raised an eyebrow at the move. However, his next statement made her feel really awkward.

Even though he had a friendly smile his eyes were sending me an entirely different signal. The cold black depths of those eyes made my stomach turn painful in fear. It wasn’t the same as looking into Six’s the first time I had met him because somewhere deep inside me I had known that it wasn’t me that he was looking at but those black ones they were staring right at me. Those black holes were filled with something vile. Those eyes wanted me dead. “So this is your new girlfriend.” The sound of his voice brought bumps to my arms. Even though he wasn’t talking to me his eyes were still trained to mine.

She asks in a mean, condescending manner, and Kent squeezes my shoulder. "Juls is my girlfriend," he responds without hesitation, and her eyes nearly roll back into her head. I half-expect her to become possessed, climb the walls, and have her head spin in a circle. That's a bit of an exaggeration, but I do notice her eye twitch. Not a lot, just twice, as her right eye betrays her while her mouth tries to maintain its unflinching smile. It's not working. "I'm sorry; I think I just hallucinated. Did you say she's... she's..."

He changes his girlfriend almost every week. Aiden Kendall: Has black hair and blue eyes. The funniest among them. He cheers the remaining 2 up when they aren't happy and he is always happy. Anthony Armstrong: Has golden and blue eyes. The most arrogant among them. He is only nice to his friends and his younger sister.

Hailey wanted to retrieve her hand subconsciously but he hold her hand tightly. "Miss George, can you be my girlfriend? I fell in love with you the first time I met you. Don't you have a saying here..love at first sight. I fell in love at first sight with you. As long as you agree to be my girlfriend, I will buy you whatever Jewelry you want " Hailey moved her hand slightly, but she failed to pull it out of his grasp. She became angry now, but she smiled instead if venting her anger at him. "If I remember correctly, you slept with four female escorts yesterday!"

She spoke sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. “What do you mean?” I questioned, knowing too well what she was talking about. It has to be about Sandra. “Well, you crazy girlfriend came to see you this morning.” She spat. “She almost tore out my eyeballs from its socket. I don't want to have to watch my back.” She added. “So, thank you. But no! You can enjoy your weekend with her.” “She's not my girlfriend!” I snapped, my eyes widened as my voice thundered in the parking lot. “She's just some lady that won't let me be.”

How on earth did Julie convinced me to wear this. “Yoo Ethan… Isn't Fat Annie your girlfriend?.. I think she's needs your help, she's trying to stand you know” Another laughed, causing the crowd to giggles. “She's not my girlfriend, man”, Ethan scoffed. What… I lift my eyes, our gaze locked. My eyes burned. Hot. Hot tears burned my eyes as I fight to hold them. What does he mean by I am not his girlfriend?. We have been dating for seven years now.

“I overheard your girlfriend speaking on the phone." He paused for a moment, searching my face with eyes that threatened to swallow me whole. " I told you, Arlari,” he whispered. " Never roll your eyes at me. It makes me want to do things to you.” A traitorous wave of heat spread between my thighs. “Damn it, Arlari,” I cursed. " You're feeling horney in this situation?” " And…I thought the footage had cleared the fact that she's not my girlfriend." “Whatever," I murmured.

Her green eyes popped with a pink eyeshadow to match the nails. “Hi, Jessica..” Goddess, damn it! Jessica had been my girlfriend through middle school and some of high school. When I left the pack at eighteen, I had broken things off with her; expecting her to move on when or if she found her mate. I had dated some while traveling, moving on; but Jessica had formed an unhealthy obsession with me, stalking me any time I came into town. “Now that isn’t any way to greet your girlfriend, don’t I deserve a kiss?” She pouted. Her lips were in a softer pink than her nails and eyeshadow, and they were puckered and aiming for my face.

I shoot him a look so violent it could explode a building, and he totally ignores it. “Here’s my girlfriend,” Erden says to Larkson, his gravelly voice making my core clench. “Lyssandra Veyn.” And just like that, he declares me his in a room full of sharks, and I don’t know if he did it to protect me or to claim me. The man is still holding Erden’s hand when he stops smiling at the word girlfriend. His eyebrows jump, then settle into this pleased, finally-you’re-not-a-robot look.