Goodnites Girlfriend Novels & Stories

She laughed another low laugh,and I responded with a smile. “Ohh,” I nodded, glancing at my bestfriend again. “Well I'm happy you both finally made it official.” “Thank you,” she replied. “And our place is really beautiful.” “Thanks,my girlfriend decorated…re-decorated,rather.” I said, “she'd have loved to hear that one,but she's currently asleep.” “I'd definitely let her know whenever we meet,” Janae replied,her curls bobbing as she nodded. “I think that'd be swell, please make yourself at home.”

He can never make a mistake on identifying her voice. Howard couldn’t help but smile. The annoyance he felt just a while ago immediately faded. She faced her and smiled from ear to ear upon confirming that it is Natasha. “She’s here. My girlfriend,” he declared with his chin up. Natasha smiled sweetly. "Sorry, girl. I guess you should find another man to hook up with for the entire night," she acted like she is shooing her away. She linked her arms to his and the woman who was pestering him rolled her eyes and walked away.

Alice POV I have been working the day shift lately. I honestly don’t care if I see Dave anymore. The Cat is out of the bag. Everyone knows I am Harry Payne’s girlfriend. Rita made sure to trash talk me to the press. I was told Dave is away on holidays on a hot country somewhere. Good for him. He never took holidays before.

"Girlfriend? Babe, are you serious right now?" ****** Gia "Yes, I am and this is my girlfriend, Gia Florence." He said and entwined our fingers. I feel butterfly in my stomach and my legs turn to jelly now. "I think you're the one who should leave because my girlfriend and I are having lunch now." He said showing the food I bought for him.

,her voice got cheery at food. "damn those are my favorites too but salad is rare for me I'm a man I need to eat meat more",I chuckle but she nods. "favorite shows or show?",I lay directly behind her lining my body tight against hers. "supernatural and vampire anything. werewolf stuff is good too",she yawns as I rub her lower back up to her shoulders and back down. "y-yours",her voice goes sleepy she likes my massage. "guy stuff ",I chuckle when she grunts softly drifting off I fix her gown more when a knock sounds and the nurse from earlier struts in and glares at our position.

As I am about to speak, I hear a voice I recognise behind me. “Aimee, I don’t know you guys covered hospital news now”, Kyle says, and I roll my eyes and turn around looking at him. “Hi Kyle, I’m not here for work”, I say, and he frowns as I turn my attention back to the secretary. “I am his son's girlfriend”, I say, crossing all the fingers and toes that I can, hoping that she will believe my lie. Well, technically it’s not a lie, or is it? What are we? We are not even engaged yet, “I’m a friend of the family”, I say straight after, and she frowns, asking my name again.

My girlfriend, Kayleigh Richards, and I had been childhood sweethearts for ten years. The day I was taken back by my family at 18 years old, she clung to my hand, tears streaming down her face, begging me not to go. But in just two short years, the innocence in her eyes had faded. She carried herself with the poise of a grown woman now, and she had become much more calculating. When I stepped down from the truck, the first thing I wanted to do was pull her into a hug. But she slipped away from my touch so subtly that it almost went unnoticed.

And looking back at photos of him, I think she is right. “I’m good, son, so what is this? I hear that you have a girlfriend?” he says with a mocking tone on the other side of the phone. “How? You know what? Never mind, Yes, I have a girlfriend”, I let out, not really wanting to ask how he found out, but I bet Alex or Richie said something. I don’t want to believe he has someone looking after me. I don’t want to believe that. “That’s a first, I never thought I would live to see the day”, dad laughs, and I laugh with him.

I frown when it goes straight to voicemail. So I send her a text. Me: ‘Hey, How was dinner? I’ve been trying to reach you. Let me know if you made it back home safe.’ A few minutes later, a message pops up on my screen. Official Girlfriend: ‘I’m sorry I missed your call. I’m really tired, I need to get some sleep. I will call you tomorrow after breakfast. Good night.’ The message feels off, but I cannot pinpoint it. Am I smothering her with too many calls and messages? Confused as hell, I simply reply.