My Cultivator Girlfriend Novels & Stories

What the hell was he playing at? Caspian tightened his hold around me. “What do you mean?” Brian laughed. “She didn’t tell you? Carla was my girlfriend back when she was in college. We were so in love, and I’m sure she still loves me.” Anger flared through me as I glared at Brian. How dare he… who did he think he was to claim that I still loved him? “I see… I doubt she would want to go back to her vomit,” Caspian shot back before turning and leading me out of the restaurant, anger radiating off him in waves.

It was quiet then it became noisy as everyone suddenly had something to say to us. "You are joking, right? You are just trying to embarrass her, right?" Jessica, one of Jenner's friends who happened to have a huge crush on me asked. "Nah…not joking. Aniston Powell is my girlfriend" "Wait, what?! That is not…" Aniston started to say but I placed my palm over her mouth and kept it there. "Shut the hell up, sweetie" I murmured with a threatening smile. "Alright, so she's my girlfriend and if you as much as look at her the wrong way then I am going to hurt you…very badly"

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”

‎Austin's POV ‎I've been wanting to bang my girlfriend's mom crazily ever since the day I saw her naked while masturbating, thrusting a big fat dildo in and out of her juicy pussy. Her boobs were round and firm even though she's in her late 40's. ‎My girlfriend Juliet, is a very good girl, but too lazy in bed. She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet.

“Um, hi. I'm just here to see Trevor.” She dropped her hands from her chest revealing her full breasts. “So, who are you?” “I'm his….” I paused. Should I say fake girlfriend or just girlfriend? “I'm a friend.” She flipped her hair. “Well, Trevor isn't himself right now. He doesn't need any disturbances.”

I gave her five million dollars in investment, and she agreed to pretend to be my wealthy girlfriend to help me fend off the arranged marriage proposals while also playing along with my charade at the company. "Mr. Lancaster, your roommate seems to have a lot of hostility toward you." Celia sounded puzzled, her voice clear and pleasant. "I kept too low a profile before and never threatened his position. Now that I've suddenly shown up with a wealthy girlfriend, he feels threatened."

"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."

"Catch her cheating? He obviously got the wrong person. Wait… how did he even know his girlfriend would be in this room?" "Didn't you hear what the woman said? Sounds like he set the whole thing up himself, and it blew up in his face." Instantly, every gaze in the hallway turned toward Hayden. Nobody could understand why a man would do something this vicious to his own girlfriend. Yet after fumbling around for half a day, Hayden only managed to choke out, "Naomi, listen to me… I only did this because I—" Before he could finish, I slapped him across the face.

This assassin gives me so much headache. "Just relax, Craig. Don't blame yourself, okay? You didn't know that the person who ran into you was an assassin so it's normal for you to let him get away," my best friend Carlo justified my misfortune. I let out a deep sigh violently. Carlo is right. I didn't know that it was the assassin who just bumped into me. What makes me angry is that I look stupid because of what happened. But the next time we meet I promise I will never spare him again.

“I’m here for my baby. Got a problem?” “Girlfriend?" Ethan blinks. “Yup,” Lucas says, popping the p like he’s chewing gum. “Aria’s my girlfriend now. Crazy how things work out, huh?” Ethan’s looks fucking skeptical. while Vanessa’s jaw is almost on the floor. “That’s absurd,” she scoffs, like the idea of me being with someone hot is a crime against nature. Lucas casually slides his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. “Yeah. My mate, actually. Got a problem with that?”