Online Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Aria I give him a side-eye. “Girlfriend? You’re laying it on thick already, huh?” He smirks, not even missing a beat. “Oh, you’ll see. We're gonna make that bastard jealous, and trust me, it’ll work.” I almost trip over my own feet. Me, in some fake relationship with Lucas-the-Resident-Player? Yeah, that’d go over great. The judgment I’d get from my friends? Yikes. I can practically hear them already- Aria, really? Lucas?

She could never have had this conversation in real life with one of her sexual partners; she would have ended up an embarrassed mess on the floor, but DomMPF made it easy to voice those most private of desires. DomMPF: You are an intriguing woman, NewGRL549 and I think I’d like to get to know you better. NewGRL549: IRL? Lisa fretted. It was one thing to have a relationship online with someone. It was a completely different story to have one in real life with a guy you have never met. DomMPF: No, not yet. I don’t think either of us is ready to take that step.

"What do you think, Winnie? Was it something I did?" I was going to feign nonexistence, but him asking me sent me flying into a rage, and I snapped, "There's a degree to how delusional you can get! I didn't want to go that far, but I've had enough! You see, I'm Bibimbap—the online girlfriend whom you swindled! And you're still playing dumb?! "Why would you still try to hook up with me when you have Luna, and make me suffer the ignominy of being a third-wheeler? And now you're messing with another ex?! You're definitely a douchebag for the ages!"

“This is the fifth one. They’re all either way too short or scream, ‘Take me to the club.’ I need something… classy. Not like I’m trying to sell my soul.” Amelia smirked from inside her closet. “I like my dresses short, sue me.” Of course she did. Amy had the body, the confidence, the social circle—everything neatly arranged like her color-coded shoe rack. Meanwhile, I was 21, single after a three-month disaster of a relationship, recently unemployed, and pretending to be someone else’s girlfriend for money. She popped her head out, holding another hanger. “Okay, what about—” My phone buzzed on the bed.

The comment section was a riot of opinions, blooming in every direction. [I'd ask this guy's fiancee to run! This guy doesn't just have something wrong with his brain—his brain is just a pit! I'll bet fifty cents that 'donation' was the money they saved up for the wedding!] [Admiring outstanding women to the point of throwing money at them just to be top donor? Bro, your cost of 'admiration' is way too high. I support the fiancée calling it off—she deserves better.]

Annie “Oh, Annie.” Mom manages to squeeze an entire lifetime of disappointment into two words. I set down my water glass. Mrs. Bennett has just asked about my boyfriend, and judging by Mom’s expression, my answer has ruined her evening more thoroughly than spilling red wine on the tablecloth. “You met this young man on the internet?” she asks. “That’s generally how online works.” Mrs. Bennett smiles. “My niece met her husband through a dating app. They’ve been married three years.”

Someone introduces me to Ivy Bennett, my secret girlfriend of five years, at a college reunion. "Hey, Dr. Bennett, Eli is a researcher in your department, too. Why don't you two give it a try?" I walk toward Ivy, hoping to take this opportunity to finally make our relationship public. But Ivy takes a step back and points toward her childhood sweetheart, Matthew Reed, who has just returned from abroad. "That's alright. I already have someone I like." To avoid suspicion, Ivy adopts a distant, detached expression and says, "If you have marriage in mind, there's someone I can introduce you to. I think you'd make a good match." I look at the ten feet of distance she keeps between us and la

Seren Grant is extremely protective of her personal space. We've been dating for three years, yet I still don't have the access code to her apartment. Whenever I want to spend the night at her place, I have to let her know in advance. She always came downstairs to let me in herself. She says it's about maintaining boundaries, and I respect that. Until one day, I arrive early and am just about to call her when the elevator doors open. Her colleague, William Baker, swipes his key card to get through the security entrance. Then, he presses his fingerprint against the lock on her apartment door. The door opens. When he turns around to see me, he freezes for a moment. "What are you doing

“Oh, nobody you know. I just met her yesterday at the mall.” “The mall? Are you referring to that pretty girl in the Photo Shop?” Herbie hardly remembered what the girl from the Photo Shop looked like. “Yes, that’s the one.” “Okay, I really want to see you but maybe tomorrow, right?” “Yeah, tomorrow.” Herbie put down the phone and was cursing silently at himself. “What kind of stupidity is that, boss?” “You’re calling me stupid?” “Well, yeah. The girl of your dreams is asking you out and you are making up this imaginary Photo Shop girl?”

She is still scrolling on her phone. “I don't mean to be rude to you, but the online gossips are full of news about your lovely fiancé Loraine and her date Dordrich. And about being unverified, well there's so much photo material with it, you're an ox if you don't believe it." She extends her hand with the phone to me and I take it from her.