Eddie Brock Girlfriend Novels & Stories

It was sickening. Then, one day, I got an anonymous text from some girl begging me to leave Asher. I showed Eddie, and he told me to show it to Asher. So, I confronted him at the beach during another one of our miserable dates. “Do you have a girlfriend?” I snapped, wanting any excuse to blow up the whole charade. He frowned, looking genuinely confused. “I don’t love her the way I love you,” he said. “Angela’s just a friend from childhood.”

"I knew it. You were worried about me." She laughed. "Worried? Please. I just didn't want Hank to deal with your drama." At the sound of Hank's name, something in Eddie snapped. He grabbed her shoulders, tight. "Hank, Hank, always Hank! Can't you be without him for two seconds? Do you like him that much? You're my girlfriend! How can you be all over another guy like that? How can you care about him?" She yanked his hands off, disgusted. "Girlfriend? That's rich. You proposed to Glenna, slept next to her every night, and wrecked my life just to get her some shiny award. And now you're calling me your girlfriend?"

“You’re in my gym, and we’re about to have a fucking problem.” Brock’s steps slow as he draws closer. He’s not in his normal slacks and button-down or a random polo. Today he’s wearing a dark blue hoodie with sweatpants. His blond hair is still neatly styled, so he must have come from the office. Brock has the all-American look with his blue eyes and dimples, but he’s far from it. His body is lean and not built thick like Brent. I can see why women are attracted to him; he’s handsome on the outside, but he just doesn’t do it for me. I didn’t know I had a type until Brent, but I’m so going to get the ick if they’re friends. “Sorry, but my fiancée has been missing for a few weeks, and everyone

"I have a lot of maids, can you tell me her name so I can help you." He stammered. "She's not a maid, her name is Karen Miller. She's Brody's girlfriend." It came as a shock to me, I didn't expect him to come. "That's great and I'm Brody." I told him. He smiled at me and modded. "That's great. I'm sure you'll eventually fall in love with Karen." My heart skipped a beat. Did he mean something? I just hoped Karen didn't tell him that it was a contract. "I'm sorry but what do you mean by that?" I asked.

She moved a little to face him. "After the contract signing, Aunt push us to leave the house as soon as possible. While me and Andy, with no other place to go, he brought me to his girlfriend_____." "He had a girlfriend?" Nathan interrupts, happy to hear it. "Yes, she's the one who's working at the pub." But he fell silent when he heard the answer. She didn't mind it and continued speaking.

Damn "What if." I see Brooks leaf through some more papers. Among them, Romina Reyes's name appears. She pauses, as if that caught her attention. The fact that she's dead must surely catch her attention. I approach Adie when I see her eyes are welling up again. I kiss her head and stroke her shoulders. "That girl, I've been studying her case for years," Brooks says, his eyes fixed on the photo with her face and what appears to be a letter. "The case was closed when they found a letter from her saying she'd left with her boyfriend."

Edward's girlfriend is a sexy woman. Just then, the woman let go of Edward and turned to Brielle, "Who is she?" "I am the bridesmaid," Brielle said politely. "You are so beautiful!" The woman said as she held Edward's hand, "Come and see me later." Edward nodded, "Alright!" Brielle turned around and wanted to leave as well. Edward immediately stopped her. "Where are you going?" Brielle replied. "Who wants to accompany you? Don't you have plenty of women to accompany you?"

I felt my breath hitch in my throat, the implications of this information slowly sinking in. I sat there, stunned into silence, as Lara continued. "Their romantic relationship didn't end on the best terms, and that tension has seeped into their professional lives. It's a complicated situation, to say the least." "WHAT?? VICTORIA IS EDEN'S EX-GIRLFRIEND!!" I blurted out, my voice echoing in the room. The words hung in the air like a thunderclap, the shock of the revelation still reverberating within me.

His girlfriend, Brielle Clarkson, was set to marry someone else. And it wasn’t him.

Her fragrant aroma of orchids lifted in the breeze. “He's that way,” I pointed to the large red and white building behind me. “Who are you?” She answered coolly, “I’m Brooke. I’m an old friend. I used to be apart of the Creogan Pack, but I moved away when I got married. Elias is a very good friend of mine.” I wondered why Elias never mentioned her, let alone have any pictures of them together; also, if they were good friends, how could she not know about me? It must be my imagination running wild.