Letter Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Luna: I can do whatever you want. Liam: Is that so? Luna: Yes. Liam: Well, I don’t have too many expectations. My number one rule is Maya comes first, and if you accept that, then maybe we can be together. Luna: I accept. Liam: Interesting. Then you are my girlfriend. Since you said you know what a perfect wife and girlfriend does, I won’t spell it out. Do what you are supposed to do. I couldn’t believe it—at last, I did it.

"My girlfriend was clearly hurt, and I felt it was the right thing to put her feelings first." "Logan, you humiliated your mate, and you just speak like it wasn't such a wrong thing. And since when did Hea...." He paused, trying to remember her name "Heather." Layla assisted. "Yes." He nodded. "Since when did she become your girlfriend? I thought you both were just friends?" "They were, until he stuck his manhood into her vagina." Layla said, making Liam burst into laughter. "I'm sorry brother, but I didn't think you were gonna respond to father."

" Kiera went on a nonstop tirade, but her words reminded me exactly why Hayden and I had fought the last time. A month earlier had marked our sixth anniversary together. Hayden had rented out a villa for the occasion, but when I arrived, I realized it wasn't just the two of us there—Kiera was there too, along with a whole group of his trashy friends. Kiera was the textbook definition of a pick-me girl, ordering a bunch of men around while they massaged her legs and catered to her every whim. By the end of the night, they started playing Truth or Dare and even tried to force me to kiss another man.

If you don't put in the work yourself, the gap between us will only continue to grow! My girlfriend, Sheila Loom, had always disliked how plain my name sounded. As such, she rarely called me by my full name, except for when she was particularly angry. I took a deep breath, trying to sound calm. My voice still shook as I spoke. "Should we add the cost of you highlighting those key points to the ledger as well?" Sheila seemed momentarily confused. "What do you mean? What ledger?" She continued, holding back her anger, "That money you've saved up by fixing cars isn't going to be enough for me to marry you, Ben. I have a PhD. My boyfriend should at least have a bachelor's degree."

“Well, she is my girlfriend, not yours.” “Ouch.” Taylor buried himself into his food after saying that like he didn't know that would bring all eyes on him. By the time he looked at us, he was surprised. “What?” “He’s only--” Leah came to a pause and twisted her neck to see Louis and his girlfriend stroll in like she was the Queen of the South. “Hi, Yolanda.” Leah winked at her and she waved, flaunting her dentition with a present in hand. I could count the number of times I had seen her before even though we knew each other and had had double dates. I only knew her from afar and stuck with whatever Louis had said to us like how selfless and amazing she was and all other things guys spoke ab

She always told me how she was jealous of our relationship because we were cute together. Lisa stopped chewing and quickly swallowed. She gave me a puzzled look. "What do you mean? Different, how?" she asked. "Distant. Like he doesn't enjoy being with me as much anymore." I winced. I hated it to admit it to myself, but that's how it feels lately. "Don't be silly. Why wouldn't he enjoy it? You are fun and gorgeous!" Lisa waved her hands dismissively. "Well, then why is he so reluctant to get...you know...intimate with me?" I asked. Lisa has been in a relationship for almost six years, so maybe she can tell me something I didn't know.

Her question was direct, her voice low and seductive, making Leon's face redden. Leon was silent for a moment, shyly shaking his head as he looked down. The beer made him honest, even though his cheeks were hot. "Yes... I am. I had a girlfriend in high school, but we only kissed, nothing more. And... with my current girlfriend, I haven't had the chance... to go further." He laughed nervously, remembering the moments with Sonya that were always interrupted, the desire that was never fully fulfilled.

Lyda would want to know how the date went, and she would have to make up something, tell some tall tale about the first kiss. Except, does it count when the lips that touch yours are a shadow of your own?

Lester tells her, sitting on the sofa; giving her the best smile he had. “Girlfriends; as in plural. A man cannot respect me if I am not his only girlfriend. There lies your problem” Caitlyn snaps, picking up the so-called pyjamas Lester bought for her and threw them at him. “And these are not pyjamas. If you want to see me in lingerie; I suggest you do what every other male in the country does and buy the Victoria Secret catalogue.” Not knowing what else to do; Lester picks up the key and walks out of the room. Heading to Emmett and Simone’s room, he knocks on their door. “What the fuck do you want?” Emmett spits opening the door.

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r