My Cultivator Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I want to show her how much she doesn’t and make sure she regrets it and goes away. I hear the countdown as I down the drink in my glass and I roll my shoulders ready to make my girlfriend an official mate. Olivia and I have been childhood friends and she has been my girlfriend forever, so it's only fair the moon goddess makes us true mates and makes it official for the whole world to know. I know she is waiting for me, so I straighten my tux and start walking back when I feel the first call of the mate bond. My eyes shift and I swivel my eyes towards the figure that’s seated on the bench, slowly dawning on me who my mate could be.

Charlie asks looking me up and down. “I’m his girlfriend, Adira.” I say and I can feel Simon’s eyes on me. “You’re kidding me.” Charlie says looking from me to Simon. “What a shame.” He says laughing like he’s joking but his eyes say something else.

“You really love that word for someone who’s never had to spell it.” His eyes finally met mine. Heat. Ice. Chaos. I swallowed and tried not to combust. “I was curious,” I said. “You never told me why you need a fake girlfriend.” “For a business deal.” I blinked. That was… honest? “What kind of deal?” He smiled lazily. “Curious, are we?” “Yes. I’m literally sitting in a car with a man I barely know, about to have dinner with his billionaire father. I think I deserve a few details.”

I walked up to a washing hand basin to wash my hands before greeting her. “Hello” I smiled as she stood beside me to touch up her makeup, she turned to me and her face was expressionless. “Hi” she responded, the words came out clipped and cold but I still managed to keep a smile. “I am—” I wanted to introduce myself, “Maren Leander, Gideon Patton’s girlfriend. I know who you are” she said, turning away from me and continuing doing her makeup. “I am a fan” I said, as I clean my hands with a toilet paper.

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.]

My eyes locked onto Jemima's, and I plastered a fake smile filled with resentment onto my face. I said, "Jemima, it looks like we have the same ideal type. Fortunately, I've already found a boyfriend, and his name is Elijah Sanders." My voice grew colder as I continued, "Why don't I talk to Elijah about this later? If any of us happens to meet someone who fits your criteria, we can introduce him to you." This provocation successfully angered someone, but it wasn't Jemima. Like a protective mother hen, Hannah grabbed a box of chalk and hurled it at me.

“Aren’t you Drew’s girlfriend?” Hannah glanced at me sarcastically. “You actually dare to bring your own father here? Aren’t you afraid of giving him a heart attack?” Then, she walked smugly over to Damon. “Don’t get it wrong. I don’t have a materialistic boyfriend like him. I’m Damon’s fiancee. “Only a poor student keeps chasing after things that don’t belong to him. He bothered me for six years. Now it’s time to teach him a lesson. “By the way, he must’ve taken out a lot of loans over the years, right? You must have worked so hard to pay them off. But I’m not going to be such a fool.”

the brother of Dexter batt in. Annie is the girlfriend of Dexter, they have been engaged for more than two years. They are planning to get marriage, in the month of June, that exactly three months to come, after Dexter was declared lost in the forest. Their longing was beyond words can describe, most especially, it is case that was not put into closure, no one can tell, what actually happened, and if Dexter is actually dead, why the extensive rescue mission found nothing, in their more than a week operation.

"Wait, isn't she a Valley girl?" Unfortunately, my mango seltzer wasn't doing much of anything for me, when I felt someone tap my shoulder. "Your girlfriend is here." Stacy whispered quietly into my ear, and I turned around to glare at her. "Stop it." I warned, which made her giggle. I watched her as she rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at me, desperately trying to stop thinking about the technicalities of our friendship.

Anyone would kill to be my girlfriend and now here she is acting like I'd just sentenced her to some inhumane cruelty. “What did you just say?” she questioned when she was done gazing at me like I had grown a second head or Maybe sprouted out a horn right at the center of my head. “I said, Be my girlfriend. I want you to be My Girlfriend” I explained calmly while not in anyway paying attention to her facial expression that should have been enough to stop me from repeating what I said initially. I'm not someone who ever gets No as a reply so I really didn't know when to stop.