Novel & Cerita Girlfriend Stolen

She read calmly for a second as Pedro’s mind fell to the ground in pieces like crystals. And as she looked up, the smiling young woman reached out her hand and took some of her, showing them with a smile, she said. “These are the ones you need! Your girlfriend is very lucky to have a handsome boyfriend who buys this for her!” Pedro shook his head and let his anger escape a little when he said. “She is not my girlfriend, and she is my hostage!” The girl from the store looked at him and, smiling, said. “Oh, ok! Good luck with your kidnapping!”

“I love this place and, most importantly, your leader. He's a sweet guy, y'know?” They both laughed. “Who?” “That one? That lady?” I heard the snicker in her voice. “I don't care about that lady. She can go fuck herself if she wants. And don't pretend you don't know that bonds can really be stolen.” “Stolen?” her friend whispered, but I heard it clearly, even with my eyes closed and while standing some distance away.

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

Everyone quickly complied. Um? “Help! A thief stole my bag! Help! Huhuhu, my bag!” a girl cried, and in the blink of an eye, I just saw Leena run at a fast speed to chase the thief carrying the girl’s bag. Moments later, Leena successfully grabbed the bag from the thief and carried it to the girl. They looked at each other and Leena smiled before handing the stolen bag to the girl. However, the girl is just standing there in shock and then blinking her eyes multiple times in utter disbelief. She just stood there frozen, like she saw a ghost or something. Um? What’s wrong?

She is a little older than me, but I am okay with that. We went out on a date , and she told me about her past, how her boyfriend dumped her for her friend and how she suffered from that. The boyfriend was a dick and a friend. How could she do that to her best friend? With friends like that, you don’t need enemies. She told me everything about Alice and how she used Karen to get to Harry. She wanted to have money and fame, and she got it. Only to disappear when she took everything she wanted from Karen. Such a bitch.

I set the bag on the kitchen counter and stared at it longer than necessary. This was not about betrayal, I told myself. This was about control. Later, Chris arrived, distracted as always. He ate dinner without comment, checked his phone, and announced another late night of work. I nodded. When he disappeared into his study, I carried the bag upstairs and placed it in my cupboard, under the jewellery section. Hidden. Private. Mine. I sat on the edge of the mattress afterward, hands folded in my lap, breathing slowly. I felt exposed, not physically, but emotionally, as if I had crossed a line I could not uncross.

"Yes. We got the news." "My mate... not clearly my mate. My girlfriend. She went missing right after. So it's a fair deal. The rogues have captured her, collaborating with Ren, Blue Crystal Pack's next-in-line alpha. Long story short, I met them four days ago. And they want a freaking trade." I said. "What kind of trade?" "My girlfriend for my pack territory," I said. Felice looked at me for a good minute and started laughing. That came out of nowhere. She slammed her hands a few times on the small desk that lay between us and continued laughing. Kavin and I shared a look.

Back then, my pride couldn't handle even the smallest bruise, so I shot back, "I'm just playing with her." Selena sighed in relief upon hearing that. Then, she added, "I asked that deaf-o for answers on the last test, but she pretended not to hear. Since she wants to act deaf, let's make sure she can't hear at all. Jon, if you take her cochlear implants, then I'll believe you're not serious about her." Looking back, I realized just how foolish I was. I actually stole Madeline's cochlear implants and threw them away. Regret washed over me when I saw the confusion in her eyes and the desperation on her parents' faces as they knelt before everyone. But I didn't know how to confess my wrongdoing

He spoke calmly, with a gaze that was never really friendly. Mafia? The thought pierced my brain like a dagger. Aaric Bernardi, my ex-boyfriend, was a Mafia. The hand that had held mine that had gently caressed my cheek was the same hand that had probably spilled blood. I shuddered, trembling despite the heat of the room. Did I ever really know him? The thought brought me back to the past, to the moments I thought I had buried deep. Five years ago, he broke my heart when he possessed me. Still, he was the one playing around with Caitlyn, the woman who hated me so much, and the condom marks in his expensive apartment.

The girl I have been obsessing over for years but I could not have. This woman was not good for my mind nor my soul. She had already stolen her way into my heart. How could I marry a woman I didn't love and discard the one I wanted to claim as my mate. I knew that she deserved the best that this world had to offer but I can't help the stray thoughts that would pop up in my head about her. How did I arrive at this? My office door swung open and Axel my Beta and best friend strolled in. He took a sniff if the air and a smirk formed on his face.