Novel & Cerita Girlfriend Snaps

She asked loudly this time and her words sounded so hurtful. I gritted my teeth and my eyes turned red, but I swallowed hard, “Yes, my name is Merina, Madam. Nice to meet you, ma'am. I am Adams’s Girlfriend!” “SLAP!”

She quietly snapped a photo of the shirtless guy but she’s still deciding if she wanted to share it with Tiff. “Yes or no. You like Daniel?” she sent a quick message. Tiff furrowed her eyebrows when she received the message. No hi nor hello. She cannot follow her randomness. “If I’m dying and I have to like him. Yes” “Otherwise, no thank you” she pressed send. Her eyes widened in shock when she received the next message. “Your new boyfriend. Thank me later” the caption read with the shirtless guy attachment. Tiff lowered her phone in case someone would see it.

I mute my cell to halt all vibrations and gulp my drink down my throat. Reposts? I have more friends on my snap than I thought. My best friend overreacts, drama major and all. I'm sure the picture isn't that bad. Rolling my eyes, I scan my story to corroborate and cackle in response. Okay—it's bad. She's half pouting. She squeezed her eyes. She looks horrible. No makeup. No blush. Natural Miranda. Maybe I went a little overboard by uploading. Hastily, I take the picture down and slide my phone away.

"Without the contribution points from finding that supermarket, do you think Janice could afford to buy you steaks or a suit, Chad? You're eating my food and drinking my water, yet you tried to trick me? This world…" "Enough!" Janice, furious for getting exposed, cut me off. "Devin, I'm sorry," Chad quickly apologized, "It's all my fault…" "It's not your fault. There's no need for you to apologize to him," Janice's expression changed dramatically. "Volunteers, there's an ordinary person here. Hurry up and do your job!" Janice, oh Janice, even if I'm not your boyfriend anymore, I've made a significant contribution to the team in the past. Yet, to please your childhood friend, you're burning b

The offer of money for payment to pose as his girlfriend—with the possibility of doing what girlfriends and boyfriends do behind a closed door and most of all, the possibility of a marriage contract should they had to—was like a splash of cold water to the face. And that was the reason behind the exorbitant fee he was offering me. That wasn’t even the end of it. The fees mentioned were just for the girlfriend job. There’s going to be a million US dollars for the marriage contact, subject to change depending on what difficulties we might find hard to work out if we do get married. “You are not being paid to prostitute yourself, Gia,” he said last night in a somber tone, though it still had me

One thing that speaks to me though is how easily she mentions her girlfriend. Obviously she loves her a lot, but she doesn't even feel the slightest bit uncomfortable about saying it. 'Hey look, I have a girlfriend and I love her. Deal with it.' Such bold courage that exists now, in this timeline, sixteen years after I needed it to exist. I bring my cup to my lips again, and realize that it's empty. Fuck. This is my second cup today. Any more and I might begin to worry about my blood sugar levels. Sophia suddenly turns to me then with a wide eyed look. "Chris, can you believe it? Her girlfriend is a fan of yours, and they're both my fans." She wiggles her brows.

I've followed her on F******k, and I*******m, her I*******m being private must have some good shit on it. Snap chat has been my favourite stalking platform as of late. I get to watch her stories, since she added me the night after we met. It's been a week since then, and through it, I've been able to familiarise myself with the people she's close to, particularly her friends, and baby sister that she continuously refers to as small Aurora in her videos. My phone dings, I grab it, groaning as I look through at the notification. Aurora's friend Katherine, whom I added on F******k a few days ago, just posted a video of Aurora falling down the swing.

The smell of disinfectant burned the inside of my nose, and the dull ache in my stomach kept rolling in waves. By 2:30 pm, Audrey still hadn't shown. I called her, but the line went straight to voicemail. I held the phone and stared at the pale fluorescent light at the end of the corridor. Micah hadn't removed me from his close friends on Instagram. He had posted a story with the caption, "My silly girlfriend ditched a hundred-million-dollar meeting just to hold my hand while I get my wisdom teeth pulled." The photo was taken at an upscale private dental clinic. In the corner of the frame, half-visible, was the back of a woman in a tailored designer suit.

Didn't say anything. It was enough. For now. My phone buzzed at midnight. Zara – a screenshot from the campus gossip account. The comments section under the original anonymous post had devolved into chaos, but one comment had been liked four hundred times: Imagine being the actual girlfriend and your boyfriend's ex-best-friend gets the viral love story moment lmaooo @JadeEllis. Zara's text beneath it: Jade's going to lose her mind.

"Then let's play a game. He's a fashion designer, right? How about we let him design our wedding outfits?" "Isn't that a little too much…" Henry cut her off. "You'll wear the wedding dress Chris designed and marry me. In a way, it's like Chris is there with us. Doesn't that excite you?" After a long pause, Jenna said yes. Not long after that, my sketches disappeared. I looked at the woman in front of me, who had snatched my phone but was trembling so badly she couldn't even turn off the screen. The disgust I thought had faded surged back again.