Half Girlfriend Half Girlfriend Novels & Stories

The offer of money for payment to pose as his girlfriend—with the possibility of doing what girlfriends and boyfriends do behind a closed door and most of all, the possibility of a marriage contract should they had to—was like a splash of cold water to the face. And that was the reason behind the exorbitant fee he was offering me. That wasn’t even the end of it. The fees mentioned were just for the girlfriend job. There’s going to be a million US dollars for the marriage contact, subject to change depending on what difficulties we might find hard to work out if we do get married. “You are not being paid to prostitute yourself, Gia,” he said last night in a somber tone, though it still had me

My ex-husband's half-brother. And I've never felt this much happiness. Another sigh left me, my hands caressing my stomach as I waited for Ryker. I didn't have to wait long before he showed up with a box. "I'll help you take off your heels." I sat on the chair while he helped take off my heels and replaced them with pink sandals. I laughed. "Pink?" "Don't all women love pink?" "Maybe. But I thought I never gave you that impression that I love pink."

Carter drawled, a dark, predatory grin spreading across his face. He peeled himself off the bed stand, pacing toward the window. “Especially when it has such a stellar view of the pool.” I steadied my trembling hands, walking toward him. “Savannah is your girlfriend. I think that point is well understood.” “Savannah is my girlfriend in the same way Tyler is your boyfriend. Couples fight, Hal.” “So you’re one of the spectators who saw that little scene. Great.” I collapsed onto the bed, letting out a sharp, frustrated breath.

Amazed at what she just said, I hugged her right and kissed her just then her mother came out and said "Not a tear from her eyes, " she warned. "Yes, ma" I replied Soon after I took Karen as my wife, she got pregnant and gave birth to a triplet a boy, and two girls. Just then we thought we would live happily, a prophecy came that my son was going to be the strongest of all wolves on the next full moon after he turns eighteen. He was to rule over other packs alongside his sisters. Just then our nightmares began.

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.

“Good. Like I said, I brought my girl here on a date. But a ruckus is currently going on outside. I want to shift half of my shares to my girl—” He blinked, cutting me off. “If I'm not mistaken, when you say your girl, you mean your wife right?” I paused as I raised a brow at him. “Richard, she's not yet my wife. But I plan to marry her.” “Then that is foolishness, giving it all to her like that.” I nodded. “Half, not all.” Richard banged his fist on the table and jolted to his feet. “Look here, half your share of Classic Castle is worth more than some whole companies, isn't that too much for a girlfriend?”

No one could watch their partner marry someone else and be told it was just for show. What a painfully clumsy excuse!

Before I could stop myself, I tapped the message. It opened to a group chat filled with Fred Thompson's usual circle of friends. My hands shook as I scrolled up. [Everyone else is out. There are just Hannah and Ayla left. One's your official girlfriend, while the other's your new favorite secretary. Final round, man.] [I'm betting on Hannah. She's been with you five years; she's sweet, obedient, and yeah, she's got a great body. Perfect wife material.]

I have no other choice right now but to put my faith in my husband's half-brother. Denver please, save me. Save us.

She would step out and walk around the street. Looking for jobs was not a burden she would give her new friends. Professor Dorothy walked up and down the corridor, an annoyed look on her face. That Abel boy was working her last nerve. She cursed under her breath. Being a Half-Myth came with lots of prices and most Half-Myths married a regular human to end the cycle. Dorothy Hagglin was born to a gorgeous Half-Myth and his human wife. She had always found the Mythological World fascinating and had accompanied her father to many of his gatherings.