Gfriend Profile Novels & Stories

Friends: 23 (Mainly At University) Close Friends: 2 (Andrea Roman, Rory Jameson) Relationships: None Known at Present. Sexual Orientation: Not Known

Yuan said. "Is that so. We'll just call you Yuan from now then." Philip said. "Yeah, you don't seem that old like we expected. We could just be friends since our age must be not that far." Kyle said. "Ow how nice of you. I'm actually 29 years old this year so the age gap is still quite far but we could still be familiar with each other and good friends." Yuan happily replied. "Well then, since we've already said hi to each other, let me lead you to your area." Yuan added.

I immediately unlock the screen and open the messenger. 「?」It was just a question mark in the chat box. 「Are you busy now?」I replied. 「It's already mid night. What do you think?」He replied. It seemed he didn’t recognize me at all. I quickly searched my homepage and finally found out I had no detailed information for introduction. Even my profile photo was just a little kitten. Meanwhile, I reconsidered the days I had dated Fletcher. He hardly took me out to his friends, not to mention to his family.

S now has made an avatar of himself, he copied the looks of Alf#@$ from Bat%&n. "...Suit yourself, just make sure my bill don't blow up this month….". Arguing with this fake Alfred just gonna make me tired, beside he collecting information's is a good thing. I just hope he knows how to cover his track. As I was scrolling on my other phone, looking at Gram account which now has reach 100millions follower, looks like Ken upload another photo of me, he's quite enjoying this apparently. After about 30 minutes of me waiting, Ken and Lee Han Na finally came, Ken with our rental car and Lee Han Na with her bright red Lambo.

Perhaps she took half a day and went home. That same night after having a long day of classes at school and preparing dinner I was now laying on my bed with my phone. I scrolled through the newsfeed on F******k after spooning myself in the sheet completely. Nights in Delhi were hot and humid, and we didn't own an Air conditioner so sleeping was not an easy task here. Suddenly, I received one message on messenger, without checking the message I went to the person's profile to identify him but it was from an unfriended profile and his name was extremely hard to pronounce with the starting letter X. I have never heard names starting with the letter X. When I viewed his profile, my mouth watered

She took her cell phone and started searching on F******k. His profile was the first one on the list, she clicked it. His display picture was him and his dog, a Pomeranian, she thought. Good thing most of his information was public and she wasn't even surprised when she saw that he has lots of friends but wondered if he knew all of them.

I walk past her but she steps in my way, leaning in and I can smell her overly sweet perfume. “Going for little old Professor Langford now since you couldn’t have Professor Davenport?” I clench my fists tightly at my sides, nails digging into my palms. The urge to snap at her is so strong it burns in my throat. But I force a sweet, savage smile instead, tilting my head like I’m actually considering her words. “Aw, Gwen. Still obsessed with who I’m talking to? That’s cute. Maybe if you spent less time worrying about my life and more time on your own grades, you wouldn’t need to chase after every professor on campus like a desperate little puppy.”

Meanwhile, inside the high walls of a dim prison cell, Katie, in her prison uniform, scribbled wildly on the walls. She was writing a name—Ashton Howard. One life was moving toward a new beginning, and another was sinking into hell. My life was just beginning.

I mumbled, stepping back. He was young, maybe mid-twenties, hair a little too long, eyes still lit from the proposal he’d just witnessed. “Are you Micah or Seline’s friend?” he asked, jerking his chin toward the shop. My tongue momentarily stopped working. He must’ve caught me watching like a creep. “Uh… yes. Friend of the couple,” I croaked, my lie pitiful. But he didn’t seem to notice. He grinned. “Oh, a mutual friend then.”

It sounded cliché, of course, even if it’s true. Then I opened my eyes and looked at his face. I didn’t know why I was shy at all. “Thank you… that was more than I expected.” He gazed at my face for a moment, then he smiled. “You are welcome, Gia. I’m glad you liked your first time.” “It was so wonderful. I think you’ve ruined Mr. Beast.” “Whose Mr. Beast?” he asked, elegant eyebrows knotting. “My vibrator,” I replied. He laughed, surprised. That pushed him out of me. I smiled, relieved that I didn’t feel shy anymore.