Eddie Brock Girlfriend Novels & Stories

But I held it at bay, barely, blood pounding in my ears. I watched Brock basking in the attention, fully aware it was because he enjoyed stoking my jealousy. "Jerk," I thought to myself. "No, Miss...? What's your name?" Brock inquired of the girl. She huffed, "Margie, but it's Margia Crookston." "Well, Ms. Crookston," Brock continued, "my spouse will be finishing her degree in a few weeks and will join me as my assistant in this class. So, rest assured, there's no conflict, Ms. Crookston."

One drunk night with my best friend's brother, Eddie Sutton, and I became his secret girlfriend. Eight years later, my family finally snapped. They gave me a deadline and lined up a guy for me to marry. "Eddie, my family gave me a deadline. I have to get married this year." He went quiet, then kissed my forehead. Same old answer. "Just wait a little longer." Not long after, I found a post from his intern, Gina Yapp. The photo was of her and Eddie's marriage license. Caption: [CEO secured.] What I couldn't get in eight years, she got in three months. I swallowed the bitterness and hit Like. Then I commented: [Congrats. Wishing you both a happy life.] After that, I accepted the w

“Jane is Brock’s girlfriend, she didn’t hook up with anyone outside of school. Linda, you ought to apologize for slandering her!” Jane is Brock Davenport’s girlfriend. Hearing him say those words outright made Linda’s temples throb, her skull was about to explode. Jane? That bi*ch had snatched Brock from her? “How could you possibly be attracted to a woman like Jane, Brock? What’s so good about her?” Brock met her stare evenly. “Everything”, his voice carried over everyone, “Apologize now!”. Linda broke down sobbing. “You’re dating that sl*t… that sl*t who splashed soup on me and slapped me. Why should I apologize? You all are ganging up on me!”

I replied, feeling my chest tighten just upon looking at her. Edwin huffed. “Audrey, that’s my sister.” For a moment, I didn’t believe him; but then I looked up and met his gaze, and saw nothing but sincerity there. My face instantly went red. “You have a… sister?” Edwin nodded, still chuckling. “Three, to be exact.” He tapped his phone again for a few moments before turning it back around to show me what looked like her F******k page. “Eliza Brooks,” he said. “See?”

Then, with a sniffle and a muttered curse, she stormed off, leaving Brock standing alone like a lost puppy. I watched him for a moment, a weird mix of emotions swirling inside me. Relief, for sure, tinged with a touch of sadness for Sage. But then, another thought struck me – who was Brock's mystery love interest? The answer hit me like a bolt of lightning. Me. Brock just cryptically said his heart was with me. I couldn’t wish for any better day. Relief whooshed through me like a rogue wave as Sage stomped off into the woods, leaving Brock behind. My fingers, still shaky, shoved my phone into my pocket, the evidence of their kiss a secret burning a hole in there.

“How long have you two been together?” I drew my eyes from the replay of a soccer game to him. “About three months.” “Nice,” Brock nodded. “What happened with Ally? He was with her when I left.” It seemed odd to ask me about my boyfriend’s former girlfriend, but my memory reminded me of how much Brock liked to talk. Perhaps he was just looking for something to chat about. “They broke up.” He chuckled as his eyes stayed on the television. “No shit” he glanced over at me. “What went down between them?”

Edward demanded. "That she killed herself after I turned her down? Telling her that She is my brother's girlfriend and I can't date her because I also have someone else that I am not only interested in but also in love with. Do you want to know how desperate she sounded at the rooftop that night?" Bruce asked but got no answer. "Fine, I'll play it for you," Bruce said and brought out his phone. He played a recording of that night when he and Edward's girlfriend were on the rooftop.

a familiar woman's voice replied. Following that, Kiara Sommer, my girlfriend who broke her legs two years ago and needed help to even use the toilet, actually stood up. She walked toward Cain, her gait steady, strong, and elegant. There was nothing to show that she had been crippled, not even a slight limp. In fact, she even took out a pair of shoes and offered them to Cain. "It's the newest limited edition on the market. Try it out and see if it fits." "Kia, my heart isn't feeling too good. Could you help me put it on?"

Brooke Baldwin said to them and walked past them while his friends also followed. "You guys should have your fun and nothing more". Eddie said to them firmly and Brooke Baldwin smiled before walking inside the party. The heroes also walked inside the party. The place was full of Brighton high school students. All fully happy and excited. This place was booming with different kinds of drinks and snacks to eat. The heroes tried to blend in by also dancing. Dave was dancing with Ella while Carson was dancing with Susannah. They were all drinking while Eddie left them without them knowing. He walked to the back of the house. The moon was gleaming from above. Eddie rested his back on the wall, th

She hands the phone across the table, showing the photos she took with Claire and her friend Cleo. ‎ ‎Caroline takes the phone, her eyes scanning the screen. Her lips curl into a knowing smile. “Miss Claire,” she murmurs softly. ‎ ‎Ava blinks, surprised. “You know her?” ‎ ‎Caroline nods, still gazing at the photo. “Yes. She’s Edward’s girlfriend—Edward Smith.” ‎ ‎Emily and John exchange puzzled glances. Emily leans forward. “Who are you two talking about?” she asks, curiosity blooming. ‎