Little Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, inside the high walls of a dim prison cell, Katie, in her prison uniform, scribbled wildly on the walls. She was writing a name—Ashton Howard. One life was moving toward a new beginning, and another was sinking into hell. My life was just beginning.

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.]

After that, she stretched out her tiny hand to David. She seemed like she wanted to give David a high five. David smiled and shook his head. ‘This little girl is so adorable.’ He reached out and touched Peggy's tiny hand. Smack! A small high-five. “You can’t go back on your word after the high five, otherwise...” The little girl was lying on the table, tilting her head as if thinking about what would happen if David repented. “Otherwise?” David asked curiously. “Otherwise… Otherwise, you won’t be able to find a girlfriend, Mister,” the little girl said seriously.

"I'm Giselle. It's nice to meet you, even though these heifers are too rude to properly introduce anyone." Her laughter rang out in the air, and I was temporarily stunned by the distinct sound of a hyena having taken up near the pool. "I'm Amy." The girl's voice was totally normal, but I hoped like hell that laugh had been created from nerves and wasn't here to stay. Otherwise, Roxie and I were going to have to talk. "Roxie's girlfriend."

Hayden watched her as she moved the claw around and tried picking the bear but she ended up picking a unicorn. “Fuck.” She muttered as she picked the unicorn. “I don't want a Unicorn, I want a bear but it is so hard.” She whined and Hayden scoffed. “Oh please, don't be so dramatic. There is nothing hard about it.” “Of course there is.” “No.” “Okay, do you want to try?” “I don't play dumb games.” “I know you don't but just try to prove me wrong.” “Okay, do you have another quarter (coin)?”

'Little Girl,' I hate this nickname; I can hear Lucas's taunting voice as he was riding my sister, "You greedy little girl, see how you are taking me in so well, unlike your bland sister that wants to keep herself till marriage. I leaned forward, close enough to smell his cologne... his dark, expensive, dangerous cologne. “Little girl? You want to control me?” I whispered. “Fine. Give me alcohol. Or give me something else instead.” His eyes sharpened. “What exactly are you looking for?” My heart was a live wire. My voice didn’t shake. I stop between his knees. My cheap black cotton dress, the one Lucas said made me look “fuckable but forgettable,” rides up my thighs.

"How about you tell me how some random woman walked herself in here?" Her friends got up too, looking me over. A girl with bleached hair sneered. "Viv, is this the freeloader you were talking about? She's back?" "God knows why." Vivienne folded her arms. "Mooched a meal off my boyfriend at the restaurant, got kicked out. Now she's trying to mooch a house." "Listen, lady. Stay away from my boyfriend. Don't think a few years on him gives you any leverage. He's not going to fall for some old trick."

{song recommendation: Landfill by daughter} "Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You know your the only girl I want." Johnson said frantically. "Obviously not Jack. You slept with Ella of all people. Ella! One of my best friends. How could you?" She asked as more tears escaped her eyes. Johnson looked down in disappointment. Probably disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry." He said barely audible to hear over the loud music. "I fucking hate you!" She said as she ran out of the house in tears with me following her.

There were those little girls coming up to him and asking for his autograph and picture and he was kind enough to oblige to them and joke around with them too. "I'll just sit this one out." I said to him. "What? No. Come here." He insists while grabbing my hand. "Who is she Milo ?" the little girl asked where her mommy was standing behind her. "Her? She's my girlfriend." He tells the little girl and that made me smile. "She's pretty." the little girl says so shyly. "Of course she is. I'm letting her join the picture okay?" he asked.

The three of them entered the house. Sophia squeezed the skirt of her uniform as Ariana now looked at her questioningly. The girl didn't dare to look at Ariana, her head kept lowered staring at her increasingly cold fingers. "Mom, this is Sophia Rosetta. My girlfriend."