Novel & Cerita Girlfriend Wants

GIRLFRIEND It's been five years I've been called that, and the only one I've ever been a girlfriend for has been Jake. Evans lets go of me. Once I slowly close the distance between me and Jake a huge smile appears on his face. Impatient he pulls me into his embrace planting a soft kiss on my forehead. "Girlfriend, yeah?" I ask with a slight smile, while looking up at him. "I thought I made that clear this morning, that that's what I want with you. I mean that's if you want to be my girlfriend."

"What do you want from us?" "I want my best friend back," I say, my eyes getting watery. "It feels like I can't breathe when we're not talking everyday and seeing each other all the time. I don't want to feel that way anymore." I move forward and rub up and down her thighs. "I want to call you my girlfriend, and I want you to call me your boyfriend. I want to call and text you every day. I want to take you home to family dinners and get you a permanent pass for seats in the team box. I want to celebrate birthdays and holidays with you. I want to support you in your endeavors and be here for you when you need to lean on me."

he said softly, “you told me once I had to earn your friendship before I could ask for anything more. I tried to. Every day since. But I don’t want to just be your friend anymore.” I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the flower. “I want to be the one who’s there when you’re sketching till midnight. The one you call first when something goes wrong. I want to be the man you trust enough to love.” The room went still — just the faint hum of music, the smell of tulips, the steady sound of his breath. Then, quietly, he asked: “Will you be my girlfriend?” ⸻ For a moment, I couldn’t find words. My chest felt too full — like the air was caught between laughter and tears.

I want to be the one who takes care of you and makes you feel like the amazing person you are. I understand if you need some time to think about it, Freya. But I wanted to be honest with you and tell you how I feel. You mean everything to me, and I don't want to live another day without telling you the truth. I'm asking you to be my girlfriend, and I hope you say yes. But regardless of your answer, I'll always be here for you, as your friend and someone who cares about you deeply. Take care, Keenan

I sighed deeply. “What? NO!” I almost yelled! He looked at me again and I instantly calmed down. “Knowing you're not in my life would make this entire point of living meaningless. Knowing that, when I wake up you will not be there makes my life a huge nonsense. Living the day after day without your smile is somber, dark, without a single spark of sunlight. So you ask me if I WANT to be your girlfriend? No, Mike. I don't want to be your girlfriend. I want be your best friend, your reason to smile, to wake up in the morning, to be your wife, a mother of your child, I want to be your everything for the beginning.” I said in one breath. I finally let my feelings go, I finally spoke from my heart

I said and she laughed “Wait, you mean you don’t have a girlfriend? I thought you did” she asked and I just nodded “Yeah, unfortunately I don’t, I actually had a girlfriend but she dumped me for another guy, she said I was a disgrace to her and her rich group of friends, she was right anyway I didn’t have enough money to take her to those big and fancy restaurants she always talked about, she wanted me to by her designer shoes, handbags and my mom was sick by then, I couldn’t choose her over my mom so I had to call it quits but she was the one that broke up with me anyway, I really don’t know what you girls really want from a man, from one time you say you love him and would do anything to b

'Girlfriend. She smiled tenderly and got in bed. Once settled under the snug blankets, she typed back, 'Boyfriend.' Seconds later, her phone pinged with a new text. 'You got that right!' She rolled her eyes and sent back, 'What are you doing?' 'Waiting for an email. . . Talking to you. What are you doing?'

Aria I give him a side-eye. “Girlfriend? You’re laying it on thick already, huh?” He smirks, not even missing a beat. “Oh, you’ll see. We're gonna make that bastard jealous, and trust me, it’ll work.” I almost trip over my own feet. Me, in some fake relationship with Lucas-the-Resident-Player? Yeah, that’d go over great. The judgment I’d get from my friends? Yikes. I can practically hear them already- Aria, really? Lucas?

“It’s my job we’re talking about here. It’s not something I can just take lightly!” Claire’s grin widened, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “Oh, come on. Lighten up. You’re not actually getting married. It’s just a quick fix to make HR happy. Plus—and I’m saying this as your friend—it wouldn’t hurt for you to get out there and meet some new people. Maybe there’s someone out there who’ll surprise you.”

"Felix Wilder. Ironic, isn’t it? I was meant to be on a mission, but I fell for a guy when I wasn’t supposed to. Then I got the guy stolen by the girl who got me on the mission." She grips my hair and presses my head back against the chair. Pain circulates from my scalps and I can’t hold back the wince that slips through my parted lips. "I don’t know what he fucking saw in you. You were supposed to be his best friend’s girlfriend, but he started chasing you when I was right there. I hated you at that moment. Loathed you so much. Hate you with everything and want to see you suffer. With my naked eyes. I wanted to see you on your knees and beg, and I wanted to show Felix he went for the wrong