Half Girlfriend Book Novels & Stories

The number dropped from 1% to 0. The system gave me a choice. If I wanted to avoid the pain of failure, I could bind to the Perfect Partner System and become the wife Spencer wanted. I hesitated. I asked, “What if he notices something is off?” The system was always cold, but its reply cut deeper than usual. “He doesn’t love you anymore. He won’t notice.” It was true. Spencer did not love me anymore. The man who once filled his world with my presence was gone. He was burning with anger. I looked at him and whispered, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

I’ve just released a new book titled “Married to My Father’s Enemy.” It follows Ikkohafina and her dangerously captivating husband—her father’s best friend, turn enemy, now her husband. A forbidden, intense, erotic, slow-burning story filled with tension, desire, spicy bedroom actions, and everything in between. If you loved No Saints, you will definitely love this one. I’ll be attaching a free chapter for you to read and enjoy. If it pulls you in (and I know it will), don’t hesitate to go search for the full book and dive deeper into their story.

"Those are the only twins I have, Daniel." "Oh my GOD." He leans back against the leather booth. The material creaks under him, that expensive sound of real leather being tested. He presses both hands to his face. His rings catch the light—three of them, silver and gold and something with a small diamond. "Oh my GOD. This is—this is like a MOVIE. This is like a terrible Lifetime movie that I would absolutely watch." "It wasn't that dramatic." "You got PREGNANT. From a CLUB NIGHT. With TWINS. That is the DEFINITION of dramatic."

I retort, my tone almost choked. "That's exactly it! The moment you realized, you didn't tell me!" He points his index finger in the air. "Barbara and Helena Williams are the same person, and you didn't tell me the moment you found out. You just told our daughter to lie too!" His clenched fist slams into the desk he was leaning on.

~This book is based on the same theme of unrequited love, but with the different sort of love-triangle. Written with feelings and passion, so hold your seats pals, it might give you Tachycardia if you ever had serious one-sided love for anyone lol. *throws dark chocolate to all my readers* <<< This book is dedicated to those who think they will never be loved by anyone their whole lives >>> Here you go! 1| Half Hope, Half Love __________

My bad, my bad😹 I thought I was writing a regular chapter this time, I forgot😹😹 Anyway, thanks for making it this far😘 this is my first book on goodnovel and I know literally no one has made it to this chapter CURRENTLY📝 but if you have now.... congratulations!!💃💃💃 You just made it ALMOST halfway through the journey!!💃💃✨✨ Not exactly almost half but well..... about 85 chapters to go😌 But duhhh..... this marks a new beginning for our Hazel😌..... Or does it?!!! 🧐 Find out!!!!! 💃💃

Had she ever had a crush on anyone before? She wanted to fly away to her friends and bury her head in their laps. Everything had been fine moments before. Something had shifted when they’d locked eyes and now, Daffodil wished she didn’t have to see him. The Half-Fairy glanced down to look at the stack of books that had dwindled down to the two in her hand. She sighed. They’d been borrowed but she had misread where to place each. She would have to walk all the way back to find out if they were to be placed back in the shelves or kept aside on reservation for a student or staff.

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

Then Rowan went ahead to get her number, saying that she had caught his eyes. But we all knew that it was a lie. Julie wasn't the type of girl that he would want, she was just a ray of sunshine, unlike him that was dark, his personality screaming of a bad boy. The sound of music grew louder the further we walked into the open space. It wasn’t just a speaker, it was full music, the type that echoed in the entire space. My heart started to beat a little faster. I could hear laughter, footsteps, voices I didn’t recognize right away. Then Emrys halted midways, making me stop too.

It was nice to have someone to talk about his romantic life with –semi pseudo paraplegic romance –even though it wasn't for free. It felt regular and archaic and old and a total cliché when he took his first step towards the man. He expected to feel something new, but it was still the same. From the ground floor elevator to the third floor where Hamilton's office was; the purple orchid that hung to right side of the door; the room thirty seven copper plated office number with Dr H. E. Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid.