Internet-girlfriends Novels & Stories

the girls behind her brought out their phones and started videoing them like they were acting a drama. "Why are you doing this?" Arianna asked again. "So you don't know or you are pretending like you used to," Ella removed her glasses. "Ella, I don't want any of this, why can't we talk about it?" Arianna said calmly. "Where is that hot-headed Aria, that lady no one messed with her, huh, you want me to forgive you because you are homeless," Ella said, and the girl cheered. Tears poured down her face, "That's not true, we are childhood friends, the best of friends," Arianna said.

“Oh, nobody you know. I just met her yesterday at the mall.” “The mall? Are you referring to that pretty girl in the Photo Shop?” Herbie hardly remembered what the girl from the Photo Shop looked like. “Yes, that’s the one.” “Okay, I really want to see you but maybe tomorrow, right?” “Yeah, tomorrow.” Herbie put down the phone and was cursing silently at himself. “What kind of stupidity is that, boss?” “You’re calling me stupid?” “Well, yeah. The girl of your dreams is asking you out and you are making up this imaginary Photo Shop girl?”

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

Chatting up Meera, we discussed the progress of the operation. “You were right, Iris.” Meera said, “We found a similar pattern in all their phones. They were chatting with some new girl they've never met before. She's ten years old. New to America from Russia. Has no friends and gets bullied, too. Like the profile is immaculate.”

“I just…need a minute.” Mom left my room after giving me a soft pat on the shoulder. I curled up under the covers and grabbed my phone. The glow of the screen felt like a small escape. Sophie. My internet girlfriend. She was always the voice of reason or at least a distraction from my overthinking. I opened our chat and typed quickly: Lottie: You won’t believe what happened today. Sophie: Spill. I need details. Charlotte: Ughhh one of my friends…ugh. I can’t even. She’s…so…ugh, I don’t even want

I couldn't even say bye. I held my phone for a bit and stared at my laptop. A crazy idea just popped in my head. Why don't I ask Theresa and the girls for pictures? Those girls are crazy enough to share photos of their mirror pictures of their asses in thongs. It would be so crazy to be honest. We have a group chat for the girls. It's called 'Gen z sluts'. Not an ideal name but I'm not complaining. 'Girls! Share your sexiest photos for fifty bucks, I'm trying to deceive a sugar daddy.' I texted on the group chat with the water gun emoji.

"God, here's another poser!" My roommate, Fiona Sharpe, grinned as she shoved her phone at us. Its screen showed a student chat group where a bold message stood out. It read, "Urgently looking for a female date—must be attractive—to accompany me to a banquet. You'll receive ten grand upfront as payment."

Liam stepped inside, glancing between me and Claire. "If I’m not around, you don’t have to wait for me. “Let’s reschedule the hike, though. Lily, have a seat.” Pulling me aside, Liam grinned. "What do you think of her?" "Not bad. Your girlfriend?" "Nah. I was thinking she’d be great for you. So, should I introduce you?" The girl, Lily Roshar, was pretty, with soft features and a kind smile. However, my heart was elsewhere. "Thanks, but no thanks. I already like someone."

For the purpose of anonymity we'll rename my best friend to 'Jane'. Right after a day or two after her 16th birthday celebration, 4 girls from our class went over to her house to hang out with her. Jane and the girls had been friends since childhood and I really did not get along with them, so I was not at the scene. The girls were very much at a phase in life where jewellery, latest fashion, dramatic soap operas and 'forbidden' scandalous affairs with boys were their only interests. So was a desperate need to grow their breasts faster and more plump so they would have more tales of their own. It was a hot Summer's day and all 6 of the girls piled into Jane's house after school ended at 12 n

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