Cultivator Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Like they say, cowards live longer. “Noah, I think it’s time for me to go.” I started to walk away but he grabbed my wrist, forcing me to stand. I sighed. He wasn’t making things easier. “Carla, meet my girlfriend.” “Girlfriend?” Carla asked, scanned at me from head to toe. “What are you talking about?”

The sharp edges of the new notes cut my arm, making blood ooze out. "I heard you have a girlfriend who isn't interested in money, Mr. Linden. Rumor has it she's willing to work so you don't have to. It's hard to find naive women like her nowadays. Do you love her?" someone asked teasingly. Christopher snorted scornfully. "Girlfriend? She's nothing of the sort. She's just a peasant from the countryside—it's pretty interesting to see her make a fool of herself." My breathing hitched, and I turned ashen. The man was Christopher Linden, my boyfriend, who was supposedly wheelchair-bound due to a leg condition. The peasant he talked about was me.

Robot’s POV: I open my eyes and I realize that I’m lying down here in this box. I lift up my upper body and see a girl. I read her information using my programmed mind. Kim Mukgu –YOUR GIRLFRIEND. I smile at what I’ve read. So, she’s my girlfriend then. I get off from this box and hug her from the back. “Hello my girlfriend! Nice to meet you! Want to make love with me?” No one’s POV:

The guidance counselor worked higher and higher. Finally, she exposed Natalie's round tits held in a white bra. It was such a cute thing. Feminine but also virginal. A good girl's bra, not something a slut would wear. My girlfriend was no slut. I knew I would marry her. I could feel it. Like it was written on my soul. Ms. Kwon reached behind my girlfriend and found the clasp of the bra. Natalie flashed me a nervous smile. This was her first time doing anything sexual with someone other than me. I smiled at my girlfriend and squeezed her hand.

It just slipped out, and now her entire body was hot with shame. She opened her mouth to backtrack, but Calix said, "Yes, she is a friend of mine." Screw it. "Not a girlfriend?" He titled his head. "What is the difference?" "Well, a friend is . . . you know, a friend," she tried to explain, cutting up some gauze to hide the fact that her hands were shaking. "A girlfriend or a boyfriend is a lover." "Ah." Calix's frown cleared up. He chuckled. "A lot of our friends think that Thisbe and I are lovers, but we are not. We are just friends, and we care about each other a lot."

Sloping roofs with terracotta tiles. It looked magical and homely. “Are you sure about this?” I asked him at the doorstep, our hands intertwined. “Yes, I am.” He rang the doorbell, and in a flash, the door opened. A woman, presumably in her late 60s, beamed at us. “Mom.” He rushed into her arms, and she squealed. “I'm soooo happy you could make it, Buttercup!” Buttercup? Interesting. “And who is she?” “This is my girlfriend, Olive.”

His eyes are filled with so much interest that I almost feel the need to take out my dick and piss on her just to ensure he understands that she is mine. “You are a writer?” He asks, looking at her in a way that makes me want to punch him, or blind him so that he can never again look at her. Caleb has always had a thing for women hat has a creative side. His last girlfriend played the piano, something he has always loved doing. The one before that was a model, but she was a song writer in her spare time.

"Yeah‚ I do. Her name is Julia. She's my girlfriend. Anything else you want to know?" The word hit me like a freight train. Girlfriend. Not a hookup. Not a one-night thing. Girlfriend. "Your GIRLFRIEND?" I screamed‚ and I didn't care that Mom was downstairs‚ didn't care about anything except the fact that my brother had just called the woman who tried to kill me his girlfriend. “YES, SKYE. SHE IS MY GIRLFRIEND!” "Ethan‚ she can’t be your girlfriend! She is my enemy! She is the woman who wants me DEAD! She cornered me at a café four days ago and pressed a blade against my throat! She wants to kill me!"

My driver’s girlfriend glared at me from the front passenger seat and snapped, “Can't you read? You’re always mooching rides off my boyfriend. Have you no shame? If you can’t afford a ride, just stay home. People like you are the worst!” I looked at my driver, Jason, completely baffled. He hurried over to me and lowered his voice to explain, “Miss Silva, my girlfriend doesn’t know I’m a driver. She’s pretty possessive. She only put up that note because she loves me.

my tone was venomous. His eyebrows scrunched, "You are my Goddamn girlfriend Miss Vitalio if you have forgotten," he gritted and my eyes looked into his challenging him. Okay, I was so done that all the emotions which I kept to myself came out. I inched closer entering his personal space. "A girlfriend whom you didn't leave with a choice," I asked my tone coated with sarcasm. "A girlfriend whom you forced into this arrangement," My eyes asked him to explain how he can expect me to be his real girlfriend when all he did was force himself onto me.