My Girlfriend A Gal Novels & Stories

his online girlfriend to other men. "I keep seeing those disgusting posts online where men try to 'give away' their online girlfriends. Seriously sickening." "A girl trusted him enough to meet at a hotel for the first time, and the guy who made that post turned out to be an absolute monster." "Honestly, gold-diggers are pathetic, but heiresses usually aren't stupid either." "The real problem is that these disgusting men target innocent young girls. Men like this should honestly be chemically castrated." "Seriously, I don't know how Naomi tolerated him this long. The second I found out a guy had a homegirl like that, he'd be out of my life immediately. Everybody knows what those girls are rea

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you. Cain has mentioned you.” Has he? I take her hand, noting how cool and dry her palm feels compared to the heat still pulsing through my core. “Nice to meet you, Natalia. I wish I could say the same about hearing of you.” I turn to Cain, masking the emotion on my face. “And she is?” There's a dubious smile on his face. “My girlfriend.” He says proudly, cupping her ass right in front of me! “Girlfriend,” I echo under my breath, but loud enough for him to hear. “How quaint. Does she know the position comes with an expiration date?”

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.

Angel smilingly nodded in return. "Oh my! I want to scream my lungs out but I can't do that because the security guards might reprimand and lecture me but---- I'm so happy right now, and I feel like I'm walking in the clouds!" Gale said it all in one breath, because of too much excitement. "Oh, just shut up, Gale!" Angel hushed him. "I can't believe that you're my girlfriend now! I want to scream it out to the whole, wide world!" Gale exclaimed.

It was a female’s voice, and I could have sworn I saw Galatia’s face lit up. Squinting my eyes, I furrowed my brows, just as a woman walked in. She walked to Galatia who was now standing with his arms open widely, a fond smile on his face. Wait a minute? Was this woman his… Oh hell, no. This man had a girlfriend and he had me here? Oh well, I didn’t even need a second to decide. If fate was handing me a weapon wrapped in silk and confusion, I was absolutely going to use it.

I barked. Nolan looked at me like he had no idea what I was talking about. "What do you mean?" "She is my girlfriend, but you've been treating her like trash since day one. I keep telling you if you don't behave and respect her, we are gonna have a problem," I said gruffly. "I'm only joking around, bro. I just don't like her, and I don't know why," Nolan said. "Well, try harder to like her," I said.

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."

"Girlfriend?" "What are you on about?" Axel asked knowing his mother would never dare mention Selena's name but his mother paid no attention to him. "I have a girlfriend?" Aiden asked confused. "Yes you do, her name is Natalia."

“Of course not. You’ll always be my princess.” Her little brow furrowed. “Then who is she?” I folded my arms, grinning smugly. I needed to hear him explain this one. “She’s my friend,” Cade said after a pause. “And since she’s a girl… she’s my girlfriend.” The girl blinked, clearly thinking this through. “I’m a girl, right?” “Yes,” Cade answered carefully, falling straight into the trap. “And I’m your friend, right?” “Yes.” “Then I’m your girlfriend too!” she declared proudly.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" The word was so absurd. So adolescent. Girlfriend. As if we were teenagers at a school dance, as if the last decade of trauma and loss and rivers and comas and bombs and betrayals had never happened. Like we were just two people standing in a kitchen at noon with the tea kettle cooling and the afternoon light coming through the window and the most ordinary word in the language hanging in the air between us.