Girlfriend Snaps Novels & Stories

KATHY ❤💯🌈: You better come back or else you'll find yourself fake girlfriendless. I laughed and responded. ME: Hey my beautiful fake girlfriend.. I hope your visit at the bank ended up being good. And I promise I'll definitely watch the movie you recommended.. it sounds like a nice movie. Am I really fake girlfriendless now? 😱😯😰😭💔 Then I took a selfie of myself with a sad face and sent it with a caption "can I be forgiven" and sent it to her. I went to respond to my best friend's message.

Still, I am no longer afraid of any of them because I am proud of being the girlfriend of Ashton Pritzgold. I fished out my phone in my pocket, and for the first time after a long while, I made a selfie. With excitement, I opened my I* account, and I made a post with the caption"Watching My Boyfriend's Football Game ILY#23", and this time I never hesitated to post it before the start of the game.

And add #amazingevening #love #beautifulgirl #she'smine #mygirlfriend On the way towards me, I see Kiara fidgeting her phone with a smile on her face. Within seconds, I see she's liked my post and comments it. Amazing night with an amazing man <3 <3 <3 What I didn't expect was the blow-up of my account only seconds later. Tyler: Lucky bastard, congrats Chris: Fuck dude, that cleavage kills!!! happy for ya Nick: Killer boobs, good on ya have fun Gale: The most beautiful couple

Rescheduled engagement. "No," I whispered, my voice shaking. "No, Emma. Don't be that girl. Don't believe the campus radio." I pulled my phone out with trembling fingers. My thumb went straight to Snapchat, then I*******m. I scrolled through the stories, my eyes darting across every circle. Nothing. No grainy photos of Sophia in a clinic. No official 'Save the Date' from the Carter or Miller accounts. It was just the usual—people posting their lattes, someone complaining about the Monday morning traffic, and a few gym selfies.

A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake it off, hitting record. We upload snippets to my private Snap story—the one where only my closest friends, including my boyfriend Tyler, can see. It’s my little corner of chaos: cute selfies mixed with the occasional thirst trap. Tyler loves it; he’s always the first to view and respond with fire emojis or something dirtier. Luca knows about the story too—he’s on it, though I keep the racier stuff timed just right so he might miss it. Or maybe he doesn’t. Whatever.

I tuck Briar's head under my chin, basking in the peace of having them both with me. "That sucked. I never want to go through that again." I say lowly and Briar huffs out a laugh. "Hell no. Luckily I don't have any more crazy ex's. What about you?" She asks curiously, a tint of jealousy to her tone. "Nope. Nothing from me. You're the only girl in a long time to get the honor of being called my girlfriend." I say smugly and Briar tilts her head back to laugh. "I like soulmate better." She says with a sleepy smile. I kiss her forehead gently, rubbing my cheek against the top of her head.

It took a whole three minutes before I gathered up the courage to hit the send button. Hey. I know you're mad, but I really need a friend right now. Can we talk? Meet up? Just for an hour? I waited. It took less than five minutes for her to reply and for me to know that I'd made a stupid mistake by asking her. Her reply came, not as a text, but as a Snapchat. It was a photo. Lily, smiling widely, sandwiched between two girls I vaguely recognised from the cheer squad. The caption was a cheerful, careless jab. Out with the girls! 💅

"Now do sit-ups and say you're sorry for what you did and you love me the most in the world. And I'm the best girlfriend in the world." "Why?" "Oh, nothing." She pointed the camera of the phone at me. "Just sharing our moments on snap chat, i***a and f******k." What the fuck? "You'll make me do it?" She nodded, letting her hair bounce. "Will it tone down your anger?" "Depends. Now start. I don't have an apple charger. I changed my phone three months ago."

, she says, and I close my eyes momentarily and smile at her. “I’ll just give my boyfriend a call\’, I say, walking away from the girl and Kyle that is staying far too close to me for my taste. I grab my phone, and I scroll through my contacts list, and I see Alec’s name. I press the call button while my hands are shaking, but the call goes straight to voice mail. Great.

"Don't you love your profession and patients the most? Now, I'm giving you a choice." I stared at her, my blood freezing in my veins. I had never known that the girlfriend who cared for me so sweetly and cheered for my successful surgeries could hide such a vicious side. "One. Two," she started counting with a cruel smile on her face. The numbers on the monitor were flashing wildly. The red alarm light reflected off her twisted expression. I slammed the scalpel down onto the instrument tray. The sharp metallic clang echoed in the room. "Fine. I'll go."