Online Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“Plus, Damien will probably ‘loan’ you his jet whenever you miss Rafe too much.” “You say that like it’s normal.” “In your life? It kind of is.” I roll my eyes, but she’s not wrong. A few months ago, I signed up for a dating website where men would pay me to pretend to be their girlfriend. Now, I have four incredible and very real boyfriends. They’re all completely different, all completely perfect in their own ways, and somehow, they’re all mine. It still doesn’t make sense. My phone buzzes with a text, and my stomach flips like I’m seventeen again.

She was twenty years old and sharp and funny and she was the person I had learned how to love people from, which was without conditions and without performance and without waiting to see if they were going to cost you something before you decided they were worth it. I hung up at eleven forty five. I stood outside my building for a moment in the September cold. My phone buzzed in my hand. A notification. Social media platform. Direct message from an account I did not recognize, zero followers, username that was a random string of letters and numbers, the specific profile of an account created for a purpose and not for an ongoing presence. I opened it.

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

And then when I had what I needed—the job referrals, the lawyer recommendations, the financial advice, all the things that would let me leave Adrian successfully—then I'd walk away from Kian too. Because he didn't deserve my actual loyalty any more than Adrian did. Because he'd treated me like garbage and I owed him nothing. Because this was war and in war you used whatever weapons you had available. My phone buzzed with a text and I looked down to see Amante's name on the screen. *Ciao bella, are you free today? I found a place I think you'd love.* I smiled at the message because Amante was the one genuine connection I'd made here, the one person who'd been kind without expecting anything i

Aisha had been scrolling through her phone late at night when the message popped up. Not on W******p or I*******m, but on a little app she downloaded months ago out of curiosity and never deleted. The kind of app that promised companionship and no strings unless you wanted it. The profile read: **Jaxon Reed **32 **Professional companion **Available for dinner, events, overnight **Rates start at 500k **Verified,no drama

"No need. He told me once that he has an online girlfriend. She knows how to cheer him up, talk to him, and even sing to him. She provides all the emotional support he needs, so we don't have to join in." "True." After hearing some gossip, I got up to leave. Back in my dorm, I sat for a few minutes, clearing my mind before pulling out my phone. I opened Jedediah's chat, but the barrage started rolling in with sarcastic remarks. [What is Monica up to? Clinging to Jedediah ever again?] [Wow! She's chasing Bruno and now going after Jedediah, too? She is something else.] [Ugh, can't she just stay out of it? Jedediah's injury is the perfect chance for him and Georg

If I wanted clarity, I had to listen. Red sat down across from me, fingers interlaced, gaze locked directly on mine. I noticed something strange—he barely blinked. Through all this talking, I’d only seen him blink once. Didn’t his eyes hurt? “I’m looking for a woman who can pretend to be my girlfriend for three months,” he said finally. “Someone who won’t fall for me. I don’t want any commitment—ever again.” “Then why are you looking for a fake girlfriend? You after some kind of inheritance or something?” I asked, arching a brow.

Just one question asked in a tone that made it clear he had already decided on the answer before even asking me. My eyes dropped back down to the screen to see a photo of me and the stranger outside the club. The angle was misleading, capturing the exact second my hands were pressed against the stranger's chest and his arm wrapped firmly around my waist to hold me still, but the only thing my boyfriend saw was how intimate it looked. “You think I'm cheating on you because of one photo?” a humorless laugh slipped past my lips. “My friends saw you at the club with another man and sent me that!” His jaw tightened as he stepped closer. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for me? Is h

The day before the Imperial Academy trial, my online boyfriend told me his friend had drawn me as his partner. Before I could even process what he meant, he dragged me into a group chat. "Congratulations, Liam! You drew yourself a 200-pound partner!" Right after that, someone posted a photo of me from three years ago for everyone to see. In it, I wore an XL ceremonial robe, my face so chubby my ears practically disappeared. The chat instantly exploded with laughter. "God, that's not a werewolf. That's a porcupine on two legs." "A bet's a bet, Liam. You drew her yourself!" "Who says his partner is useless? She could sit on the prey and crush it to death! Hahaha!" Before long, someone started

Anyone can be in the group chat but can request solo chat rooms. I clicked accept and it worked! I don't know what I was more proud of, my UX testing or the fact that someone wanted to privately chat with me. LimberJack: hey LonelyGirl: hey! thanks again. LimberJack: wanna see if we can bang 1 out on an app? LonelyGirl: ... LimberJack: if you want dick pics I'm sure Horny4u is available to exchange names and numbers. LonelyGirl: ha! bc his thimble sized cock would be a turn on to see.