Girlfriend Stolen Novels & Stories

"Don't you dare tell me you're sorry? Can your stupid sorry amend this dress? Do you have the slightest idea about how much it's worth? Huh?" "No ma'am," Rita says, looking down at her feet. "I'm pretty sure that your measly paycheck for a year will not even afford it! But you know what? I will make sure you lose your job so you can go back to the streets where you belong!" the woman says and turns to the hospital director's office. Nora walked close to Celine and embraced her tightly then muttered close to her ears, "I'm sorry Rita". She loosened herself from Nora's grip and nodded slightly. Her white face turned red and pale, and her right cheek was still scorched as though she was hit aga

“What did your friend do to offend him? Can’t you call the police?” The girl’s face was ghostly pale. “We can’t. My friend made a terrible mistake. Her boyfriend—also a rich guy—is Bard’s buddy. She saw him with another woman and assumed it was some cheap tramp he picked up. She went straight up and slapped her a few times. Turns out that woman is Bard’s girlfriend.” Adela frowned. That woman sounded vicious. Cici tugged at her sleeve, worry written all over her face. “Aren’t we being a bit reckless going over like this?”

The girl sneered: “Anyone can make up a story. But you’re the only one here with this phone. There’ve been many news reports about mothers using their kids as cover to steal in malls. You brought two kids. That’s suspicious.” The young mother was exasperated: “So what do you want?” “Give me the phone back, or I’ll call the police and have you and your kids arrested. Your choice.” “You haven’t even checked to see if this is your phone,” the young mother retorted: “Have your boyfriend call your phone. See if it rings.” The girl scoffed: “I know you thieves. You’d turn off the phone right away. Do you think I’m stupid?” Her boyfriend approached, hand outstretched, speaking coldly: “Hand over th

I opted to send a long text message and told her I would explain better tomorrow at work. After that, I dumped my phone and focused on my still-sulking mate. “Baby, she won’t steal me away! I am not just a girlfriend, I am your mate.” I assured him and kissed him sweetly. “Thank you. That woman is a charmer! One time when we were fourteen, she stole my girlfriend and I had to watch them be all loving throughout the summer. It was torture to my fourteen-year-old heart.” I really didn’t want to laugh but finding out the stolen girlfriend thing happened decades ago made me laugh out loud.

The caption read, "Younger ones are still better. Less rigid rules." I sat on the living room floor, staring at the sheets in the trash. The love in my heart was being stripped away bit by bit by this unbearable disgust. I took out my phone and dialed the headhunter's number.

He let out curse words as he staggered, Vanilla jumped down from the dumpster, the thief staggered and fell right in front of her. Fiona bent, picked up her purse, retrieved her knife, cleaned it with the thief's collar as she spat "Look here mister, Do I look like a person who will play the damsel in distress role?. You go around stealing people properties, Why?, Your legs obviously work, Can't you find a fucking job!. You should consider yourself lucky, If I was with my Sisters, particularly a red headed one, Your ass would be on its way to Jail. Consider this your second chance, Make good of it" and with that she turned, about to intertwine our fingers back when the idiot spoke

"Mr. Parell, Ms. Sanford was only thinking about the company—and about you. She's safe now, so just let it go." "Yeah, I saw that video. It was terrifying. The fact that she managed to escape is incredible. You should forgive her." "You've been together for so many years. That kind of relationship isn't easy to come by." I ignored them all. Instead, I turned on the projector. One intimate photo after another appeared on the screen—pictures of Sue and Leo together. Every single one of them had been recovered from Sue's work computer. I looked around the room and said coldly, "My girlfriend is sleeping with the poor student I sponsored. Tell me, should I still forgive her?"

“Should I take you home?” She was about to nod when a voice called out behind her. “HEY!” Violet turned. A girl about her age stood under the building’s awning, arms crossed. She looked vaguely familiar, though the shadows covered most of her face. The girl said, “You might wanna hurry. Your boyfriend’s about to get stolen.” Boyfriend? Violet blinked. She only had a husband—WHO was this girl talking about? Then the girl stepped out of the shadows, and Violet recognized her instantly—it was Harper, Tiffany’s friend, the one she’d seen that night when she was still working part-time.

"Why are you so afraid? If you are not hiding anything from your girlfriend, then you should let me borrow your phone for the mean time. Trust me, I am not going to do anything aside from stalking your conversation with Hailey! However, if you insist that nothing is going on between the two of you and you steal your phone, I am going to break up with you right this instant. Do you understand that?" "Why are you doing this?" "I told you! This is the benefit of the doubt. So just stay where you are and let me handle this one!" "Okay fine just do whatever you want. But take me look at you as well. Who knows if you are doing something that I did not know!" I started digging on his phone and I wa

Alicia snorted, "Jess, stop playing around. You said you didn't take the money, but it was already in your account. We just asked for it back and you will get forgiveness. Is it hard for you?" This was truly more difficult than what Alicia had mentioned. Although it looks easy. "Miss Weisberg, to be honest, the money is not in my account right now. They have moved to my mother's account." "You mean you stole it and gave it to your mother?" Alicia came up with accusations. "No! I really didn't steal it, Miss Weisberg." Jessica defended herself once again. "If you didn't mean to take the money, then why did you give it to your mother?"