Diaper Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Elaine shook her head and repeated, “You married another woman? No, that’s impossible. I can’t believe you’d ever get over me.” I was baffled by her reaction. “Why would that be so hard to believe? We broke up years ago.” Elaine did not believe me. Her gaze suddenly stopped on my chest. I followed her line of sight. In the scuffle just now, the chain around my neck had slipped into view.

The only way, he sees, is to pretend, he will pretend as a long-lost friend, and he is now about to visit them, to say hello, to know if they are ok. So it was, Dexter did, he bought a pizza pie, as a gift to the family of James and Anne, then he proceeds to their house. He is quite nervous, in going there. He can not easily remove from his thought, that Anne, is his former girlfriend, that he has, a son, with her. But the story now, is different, she is now married, not to a distant person, but to his best friend. It so strange, that does not come to his mind, not even to his wildest thought.

She brushed her cool fingers over my closed eyes and said softly, "It's fine. I know you're in a tough spot. "Let's get divorced. Our marriage was a mistake from the start. Thank you for letting me know what a real home feels like." I sniffled. "I want some soup tomorrow. Could you make some for me?" I held her hand. "Relax. Henderson Corporation isn't as vulnerable as you think." Megan froze for a moment before nodding. I slid her gift over to her. She opened the box and saw an exquisite money tree. She brushed her fingers over the plant, her eyes filled with joy.

"Don't you love your profession and patients the most? Now, I'm giving you a choice." I stared at her, my blood freezing in my veins. I had never known that the girlfriend who cared for me so sweetly and cheered for my successful surgeries could hide such a vicious side. "One. Two," she started counting with a cruel smile on her face. The numbers on the monitor were flashing wildly. The red alarm light reflected off her twisted expression. I slammed the scalpel down onto the instrument tray. The sharp metallic clang echoed in the room. "Fine. I'll go."

“This is the fifth one. They’re all either way too short or scream, ‘Take me to the club.’ I need something… classy. Not like I’m trying to sell my soul.” Amelia smirked from inside her closet. “I like my dresses short, sue me.” Of course she did. Amy had the body, the confidence, the social circle—everything neatly arranged like her color-coded shoe rack. Meanwhile, I was 21, single after a three-month disaster of a relationship, recently unemployed, and pretending to be someone else’s girlfriend for money. She popped her head out, holding another hanger. “Okay, what about—” My phone buzzed on the bed.

"How about you tell me how some random woman walked herself in here?" Her friends got up too, looking me over. A girl with bleached hair sneered. "Viv, is this the freeloader you were talking about? She's back?" "God knows why." Vivienne folded her arms. "Mooched a meal off my boyfriend at the restaurant, got kicked out. Now she's trying to mooch a house." "Listen, lady. Stay away from my boyfriend. Don't think a few years on him gives you any leverage. He's not going to fall for some old trick."

"She ….she is my girlfriend. My eyes widened at his words along with Rayel. I could not understand why he called me his girlfriend when he can say simply otherthing. Girlfriend.. What is a girlfriend? He asked questions like a child with great innocence, but looking at his age, such a question that I did not expect "My sweetheart girlfriend is one with whom you can do a lot of specials things." He pointed at me with vulgar his eyes. That child also looked innocent. He looked at me innocently. "Will you also be my special friend? Saying this, the boy stepped towards me and hugged me with lie down, Due to his load, I started falling backwards. Then Christian held my hand and held me. Loo

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.

He carry her folding her legs around his waist. "Ahh! your getting heavier!" he teased. "Nathan!" she slapped his shoulder. "No kidding..." he whispered and pushes her up to his waist. "I hate you..." she cried on his shoulder. "And I love you, honey..." he strokes her hair. "Is she your ex?" "No... Diane is just a friend, a business partner." he answered. "A friend? Business partner?" she repeats that he pulled her face to look at him. "Yes... nothing else..." "Should I believe you?"

Back in the house, Brian held Diana’s hand with great gentleness as he made his announcement on stage. “Hello everyone, this woman beside me is my girlfriend. Her name is Diana Anderson.” This sent the crowd into a storm of whispers and shocked looks. No one had any idea who Diana was, she certainly didn’t come from any of their high-class families. Slightly embarrassed by Brian's introduction, she complained in a whisper to him, “When did I become your girlfriend?” “Just now,” he whispered back. Then, looking at Diana’s delicate mouth, Brian couldn’t control his feelings anymore. He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. The touch was better than he had imagined.