Girlfriend Snaps Mga Nobela at Kwento

Slipping my phone out of my bag, I knew I had to take pictures just so I could update my snap fam and for i* as well, I was so going to make sure every single girl gets jealous. “ Mother, I don't, but what is wrong with a girl getting accustomed to this?” “ Your brother will be out of his mind when he finds out” “ Then he should be,” I answered, wanting a break. When I was done taking the picture, and making a video, I updated my I* before my snap, chewing on my nails as I waited when comments came up. “Oh my, oh it feels to be in her shoes.” one chipped in, my heart tingled at how much likes it was racking in.

"Catch her cheating? He obviously got the wrong person. Wait… how did he even know his girlfriend would be in this room?" "Didn't you hear what the woman said? Sounds like he set the whole thing up himself, and it blew up in his face." Instantly, every gaze in the hallway turned toward Hayden. Nobody could understand why a man would do something this vicious to his own girlfriend. Yet after fumbling around for half a day, Hayden only managed to choke out, "Naomi, listen to me… I only did this because I—" Before he could finish, I slapped him across the face.

I am not the same girl, and he is not the same men. “You don’t look happy here, but this one is my favourite”, she says showing me a photo that was taken by a paparazzi a few weeks before the Karen fiasco when we were out on a dinner, I looked at him with adoration, I was smiling, I was happy, and now…. I am not. I start to think about Devin and the cottage and automatically my heart skips a beat.

The stupid, reckless, perfect kiss. I slam the phone face down on my pillow, but it buzzes again almost instantly. Lily, of course. Lily: “Girl. Wake up. You’re on the internet. And it’s delicious.” I type back with fingers still shaky: Me: “NO.” She sends a string of laughing emojis, then another screenshot. #FlynnAndKaya trending in bold letters, Fan edits, slow-motion clips, someone’s even put our photos side by side with sparkles and dramatic music.

“Not me.” And then—chaos. Someone slammed into me from the side. My phone flew from my hand and hit the ground hard, bouncing toward a tree. I spun, furious. “Are you blind?!” A girl got up then stood there, wide-eyed and defiant. Long dark hair, hazel eyes that looked like they held fire. She crossed her arms. “Excuse me? This is a public walkway!” “You just ruined a major call,” I growled. “Maybe don’t take calls in the middle of the sidewalk,” she shot back.

"Good Lord. She actually posted herself wearing those? Is she trying to sell herself now?" Ten minutes later, Liam's girlfriend joined the fun. She reposted the screenshot and announced her breakup with Liam. "If he would pose in underwear for her today, he would sleep with her tomorrow. Now that piece of trash can find his excitement in the trash bin." That post alone gained hundreds of likes in mere seconds. Still, there was no reply from Zachary. However, I wasn't someone who kept everything to myself like the female lead in romance novels. I sent the screenshot straight to Zachary's parents.

Kieran smiled softly, "I'm sorry, miss. If you keep this up, my girlfriend might get the wrong idea." I was taken aback, nearly choking on my saliva. What do you mean by "I am your girlfriend"? I pointed to my nose, giving him an expression that's half-laugh, half-eye roll. I wanted to convey, "Hey, if you've got too many admirers, don't use me as a shield..." He tightened his grip even more, making my body tense up. I had no choice but to give the girl an awkward but polite smile. The girl looked at us disappointedly, "Alright, even though I had guessed it, I am still a bit reluctant to accept it. I apologize for the trouble I caused earlier...," she said, before presenting a box of chocola

“Oh, my love life... It’s pretty much like one of those dramatic soap operas, honestly.” Alex frowned a little, clearly interested. He stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. “I was in a relationship for three years,” she began, her voice soft, touched with irony. “We even got engaged. I thought we’d end up happily married. But on the day of our engagement party, I walked in on my ex-fiancé and my former best friend being together.” She gave a small, bitter laugh. “And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, my ‘friend’ then told me she was pregnant.” Her smile faded, replaced by a look of detached sadness.

“Your ex-boyfriend’s worse than a stray dog now.” Attached was a live surveillance video. On the screen, Eden was preparing to charter a private jet to Greenford for one final desperate attempt. But on the way to the airport, his car was suddenly blocked by a flashy pink Porsche 911. The car door swung open, and Tiffany stepped out in flawless makeup and head-to-toe designer brands. Several bodyguards dressed in black followed behind her as she completely shed the mask of the gentle best friend she once pretended to be, smiling with cruel satisfaction.