Goodgirl Novels & Stories

I want you to sit back, relax and enjoy yourself. LonelyGirl: I like being your naughty girl. LimberJack: and how have you been my naughty girl? LonelyGirl: I've been thinking about you since last night 😉😏🥵 LimberJack: And why would you do that? LonelyGirl: you know why... LimberJack: nope. not the answer I was looking for ❌❌❌ LonelyGirl: are you going to make me spell it out? LimberJack: abso-FUCKING-lutely

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“It gone quite bigger.” Her name is Jillian Magadalo, but you all know her as Jill. The young black hair girl who’s an inch tall as Wayne. She had half sullen and half charming look, blended like caramel and black coffee. She had strong eyes but wasn't made to be bitter. It was an open book whenever she speaks, and close one whenever she looked deeply at you. She love to tie her hair and reveal her hair forehead, or sometimes just separate bangs to cover a percentage of it. No one know why, and no one bother to ask, maybe because it's suits her well.

I hear a cackle that sounds like a pecan bird choking on a piece of bone. The bitch is green with envy. Making sure I sound bewildered, I ask, “Claire Eastwood?” “You know who I am bitch.” “Of course I do.” I reply like she's the dummy, “Claire Eastwood, Queen of Sabbel High and cheerleader captain of the Sabbel Boars. Girlfriend to the team captain and king of Sabbel High Also… Second-rated teen influencer with over a million followers short of being the top, aren't you that Claire Eastwood?”

Amber was glad she was born with a pussy, because men really didn’t get to have all the fun. As she led the malodorous mark into the suite, she began to fall into character. She giggled like a shy schoolgirl before she told him to take a seat on the bed. She turned on some pop music, the kind girls liked to sing and dance to. And what better song than the classic “Girls just want to have fun”.

I looked him up and down once. "I would rather dress in the dark than spend forty minutes in front of a mirror and still look as average as you do," I said, gesturing to his outfit with my hand. The two girls passing behind me burst out laughing. Knox pointed at me like that one was good and he was filing it away for later. “Captain,” one of his friends called out, coming out of the library with a cheerleading girl on his arm. My brows raised. That's why they were there. To set up meetings with girls. I see.

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River "Miss Stephenson, wake up!" Our math teacher, Ms. Davis, shouts at the girl sitting next to me. I give her a gentle shake to wake her up, but as always, I get yelled at for it. I've always been the odd one out, the outsider. I'm the water girl for the football team because I can't play any sports. My two left feet always hold me back. One of the popular girls on the team, Marie, insults me, calling me the "nasty girl" and saying she'll have to scrub her arm until it bleeds to get my "nastiness" off.

What a fool, what a fool. Mac's pov I was used to getting in trouble and having detention, but this time, I decided to skip it and go to my friend's house instead. Dan, Noah, Justin, and I were best of friends and also the most popular guys in school, and it seemed like every girl wanted to be with us. Dan questioned, "Were you guys aware?, and I took a sip of vodka before asking what he meant. He excitedly told us that Diamond Foxx, a well-known person, would be returning to work at the strip club today. We all cheered with joy.

I turned onto my side, hugging myself, a dull ache blooming low in my chest. That’s when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. The screen lit up, an unknown number flashing across it. My stomach knotted. I reached out with trembling fingers, hesitating before answering. Silence greeted me at first. Then— “Carla.” A woman’s voice. Smooth. Cool. Familiar. Bianca. The line crackled, and her laugh—low, taunting—slipped through the receiver. “You should know by now, darling… you’ll never win.”