Girlfriend Starts Fights Over Little Things Novels & Stories

The girl's face looked angry and not in a good mood. There was no choice but to let the girl go. Finally, Victor could not do anything to keep his beloved girlfriend from leaving. "Why did you do something to make your girlfriend angry, you are so reckless," the boy grumbled to himself. Regret his attitude to his girlfriend. But it's too late ... *** Joe was practicing basketball alone, suddenly his sister came with a look on her face that looked unsightly. The boy knew that his sister was in a bad mood. Anne sat down and took and ate Joe's cassava chips.

Steve slapped off her hands and yelled. "Arrgh. You're annoying. What was that for?" "I'm not the only one with a cell phone. What about you? You could not even place a call?" She said glaring at him. I bit my lips to prevent laughter. These two could not even stop fighting after the long break we had. They are at it again. I stared at the red-haired, slender and tall girl in front of me and the handsome, funny and caring guy with the black hair, both with amusement.

“Aren’t you Drew’s girlfriend?” Hannah glanced at me sarcastically. “You actually dare to bring your own father here? Aren’t you afraid of giving him a heart attack?” Then, she walked smugly over to Damon. “Don’t get it wrong. I don’t have a materialistic boyfriend like him. I’m Damon’s fiancee. “Only a poor student keeps chasing after things that don’t belong to him. He bothered me for six years. Now it’s time to teach him a lesson. “By the way, he must’ve taken out a lot of loans over the years, right? You must have worked so hard to pay them off. But I’m not going to be such a fool.”

“Sorry for the drama! My girlfriend and I just had a little fight. You know how it is. Nothing to see here! We’re all good!” Girlfriend. The word was a slap. “I am NOT your girlfriend!” I spat trying to wrench myself free. “Let go of me!” But he just held me tighter, his fingers digging into my arm. He laughed, a forced, hollow sound. “See? Still mad. We’ll work it out, babe. Come on let’s go talk somewhere private.” He started pulling me away from the table, away from a stunned and horrified Amanda. “Fucking let me go!” I hailed as my eyes begin to sting with tears.

The word 'girlfriend' burned her throat like strong alcohol. Her gaze on Devin was intense, almost hostile. She only looked away after she had said her mind and after the prayers, they started eating. All focus was pushed to Devin and his new girlfriend. Questions about how they met and how they got together and their plans, as though they were already getting married. Every part of the conversation burned Ayra to a crisp. She thought she could stand them till dinner was over but she had already had enough. She decided to tune herself out.

He grabs my arm firmly, protectively pulling me closer, but his glare is locked on the furious girl in front of me. “Jenna is probably somewhere drinking and doesn’t want to talk to anyone.” Ryan tells the girl, “We got into a huge fight, so if I were you, I’d stop bugging my girlfriend.” Huh? My eyes widen as excitement rushes up my body. ‘Girlfriend?!” The word echoes in my mind. ‘Ryan just called me his girlfriend?!’

" She asked, calling the assistant as though it tasted bitter. "Yes" Ria responded. "Good and I'm his girlfriend so don't be offended by what I said earlier" she said and Ria could swear she heard a bang in her heart. What? Girl... girlfriend? Didn't Chase call her friend like sister? When did that turn to girlfriend?" Her eyes were filled with confusion and anger. Anger at how the little girl whom she knew was either twenty one or even less spoke rudely to her. "What? Aren't you happy with me being his girlfriend? It looked like you want to kill me with your eyes."

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

He starts explaining. "Oh, you asshole!!! You have a girlfriend and you're seeking me out and fucking kissing me all damn day... dedicating stupid ass songs..." I start yelling "Hang on, you said you would hear me out.... please," he said trying to calm me down. I fold my arms across my chest and grit my teeth. "Fine. Finish." " Like I said. I had a fight with my girlfriend. She and I have been fighting a lot lately, and I just haven't been feeling it with her..."

"Good thing you were just sulking. See? You came after all. Come on, everyone's inside waiting!" I slapped away the hands reaching for me. "Sorry. I've broken up with Scott." The elevator doors opened. I'd just stepped one foot in when a hand slammed against the doorframe. "Come on, Fiona. Simone's waiting for you inside. Don't make this harder than it has to be—" I slapped him across his face. "She's waiting, so I have to go? Who the hell do you think you are?!" "You—!" "Get lost!" I cut him off. "Don't make this ugly."