Goodnites Girlfriend Novels & Stories

When I'm working as a deliveryman, I receive a delivery order from a hotel. As I look at the bag of adult toys in my hand, I can't help but snicker knowingly. "Youngsters nowadays sure are wild in bed." The moment I open the hotel room door and see my girlfriend, Natalie Brooks, I feel as though all color has been drained from my face. Natalie's work junior, Brandon Clark, laughs arrogantly in my face with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "How did that broke bastard track us down?" Natalie just frowns at me in displeasure. "Brandon helped me secure many projects at work. His only wish is that he gets to spend a night with a woman. "This is nothing but physical collision between

“Hard to tell, I saw her only twice since the party. The first time doesn’t count, as she was walking out of the dorm’s elevator while I was coming in and she had to leave for work. That was about 2 weeks ago. We spoke a little bit, but she was running late.” “But you said you saw her twice.” “Saw her again this morning around the campus, she was heading to Vic’s, but we went for coffee instead. She is leaving for Asia tomorrow and will be away for at least a week. She gave me her pager and UK landline numbers, but she doesn’t know when she’ll be back in town.” “She truly really is the elusive girlfriend, then.” “That would depend on whether she is my girlfriend,” said Frank, finishing his b

She did not expect that the person sitting with that guy was Chris - her ex-boyfriend from high school. Chris used to be madly in love with Clara, but she didn't care. Suddenly, she felt a bit of Marble's energy from him. Because to investigate the whereabouts of Marble, she agreed to be his girlfriend. But then, she ruthlessly kicked him. If he let him see her, her plan would surely fail. Jonathan also sensed her strange gaze. She couldn't find him because he had gone abroad to study ten years ago. He has only returned home for two years. "What are you looking at?" Jonathan asked Chris who his cousin's brother was.

“You really are the sweetest girlfriend he could ever have darling.” I smiled. “Good Night mom, I still have to text my boyfriend good night before I sleep.” “Go on, pretty sweetheart! Good Night!’

And yes girls night tomorrow I’ll message the chat now. I know she does because I see the messages come through as my screen lights up in my lap. As I hand Kingston his apple and I munch on mine. When they are both done I whip out the granola bars and open both of them. I pass one to my boyfriend and continue to eat mine. The Girls ♡ [⭐️] 5:55am | Girls night tomorrow? [💐] 5:56am | Sounds good, your’s or ours? [🦋] 5:57am | Yours. It’s easier.

"Good. Hopefully I'll do better than I have." "You've been pretty good lately." "That's good to hear, coming from my girlfriend." Girlfriend.

“Nope, sorry he’s out with Tina this evening, tomorrow it says Elizabeth. You might have to wait a little while until he can get to you.” What the fuck is she doing. “Give me the damn phone.” I order her. She ignores me trying to stop herself from laughing. “Me? Who am I? I’m his girlfriend actually.” She seems smug with herself. Girlfriend. The word just drips off her tongue like melting butter off a hot knife. Do I like it? It does something weird to me hearing her say the word girlfriend. My stomach heats up, my chest puffs out. “Since when? Well, actually sweetheart, it’s none of your damn business and if you so much as call this number again, I swear to God, I’ll come and get you.” She

Overjoyed, he called his girlfriend again. She was sleeping when he called, so her temper flared at the sound of her ringtone. “Godd*mnit, Blake Dumb! It’s the middle of the night! Get a clue, my God!”

And she’s not the one who these idiots knew so well for so long. “The truth, Sydney. Who are you with? Hello? Is there anyone up there?” Vidia asked me and called out, making the ghost on my bed answer her. “Yep, someone’s here. It’s Sydney’s girlfriend.” I bit my lower lip, trying not to smile so wide as this girl is so damn proud and confident about us.

She likely won’t spill, but just in case… “Janis, that girl you met—” “The pretty thing who gave you a keepsake?” she says, nodding at my bandaged wound, hidden so Gianna wouldn’t ask. “Yeah—her.” “What about her?” “She’s my girlfriend.” “I figured. Bragging about landing a young one for your old ass?” I laugh. “No—she’s G’s best friend, and we haven’t—” “Gio, you didn’t sleep with Gia’s best friend,” she says, disappointed. I didn’t just sleep with her—I fell in love.