Picking Up Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Axel took the necklace out of the box and reached behind Amber, gently fastening it around her neck. Amber placed her hand over her heart, feeling the warmth of the pendant against her skin. “It's perfect,” she whispered. As the atmosphere became more intense and lovely, a sense of serenity washed over Amber. She knew, without a doubt, that Axel was the one for her. “Axel,” she began, her voice soft but sure. “I want to be your girlfriend. And I want to be the best girlfriend you've ever had.”

He recalled how he met her on the campus After she was discharged from the clinic that day, he drove her to the grocery shop and got enough fruit for her before he took her to the hostel. He never asked her to be his girlfriend, but she naturally became one. After he graduated, he was still visiting her in school. That day, part of him was gone, and he did not have any friends he could confide in apart from his cousin, Denise. Notwithstanding, he would not want to discuss such a dicey matter with him.

If William got a girlfriend, no way he'd keep up the grind. The more I thought about it, the better it sounded. And I already had the perfect girl. Alicia Pior—campus queen. Pretty, sweet voice, total girl-next-door vibe. She even asked me once if William was single. I grabbed my phone: [You there?] Nothing. Then: [William and I are grabbing lunch at Cactus Grill by the front gate. Wanna "accidentally" run into us?] She shot back a thumbs-up instantly. That's when it hit me—girls never looked at me the way they looked at him. Ouch.

"Fine. You're my girlfriend." "Wait, what?" "We're girlfriends. End of discussion," "No that's not what I m-" He starts. "-You said that you'll lemme watch the Final if we became girlfriends," I cut him off. "No I said if you become my girlfriend," He responds. "I am your girlfriend. And so are you." "I'm a not a fucking girl." "Well you're the one who wanted to be my girlfriend." "Boyfriend. Not your girlfriend." "Well too bad, you're my girlfriend and I'm watching the Final tomorrow."

"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.

She was sure that he told her that he was busy so she didn't want to bother him and decided to go be young and enjoy the moment with her friends. "You said you're busy with work, so here I am." "Text me the address, I'm picking you up." "Um, why?" "Because you're my girlfriend Cassidy. You're not going to these parties alone." The man's temper was escalating and Cassidy was a bit flattered by his possessiveness. No one had ever said that to her before. "Oh okay, I'll text you. You can tell me when you're at the lobby, I'll come down to you." She ended the video call with a smile, her blush was nearly non-existent with the dim lighting but she felt it, warm and tingly straight up to her cheek

he smiles which only makes me smile, I did have a great time when I wasn’t terrified. “As long as I can take my boys with me” I smile looking down at Peter than at Austin again, he pulls me closer smiling down at me. “We’re not going anywhere” he smiles looking down at me, I smile back before taking a look around us. “I can’t believe all this has happened because I agreed to play The Step In Girlfriend, but I wouldn’t change it for the world” I smile looking up at him again, he winks leaning down and placing a king kiss on my lips.

Love sighed in disappointment. " Please go with me, Love," I chimed. It was silent. I was holding my breath the entire time. I heard her exhale and answer, " Okay," I exhaled. " I'll pick you up," I said and ended the call before she could change her mind, " Yes!" I screamed. " Zey! Find someone else to go with!" I hollered. I heard angry footsteps descend the stairs. My sister was still a mess and was starting to get ready. Her stylists followed behind her.

I responded, thinking he called me. ‎ ‎"No, darling," he said, "I'm not calling you. My girlfriend is Kourtney over here." ‎ ‎Everyone, including myself, froze. "Kourtney and I have been together for a few weeks now, and we're considering taking things to the next level, you know, a man's gotta settle." ‎ ‎I was too stunned to speak. I stood there like a water fountain fixed to a spot, my eyes wide open like I'm in a scary movie. The saliva in my mouth dried up, and I felt like my throat was burning.

The situation was as critical as it could get. In all of Eldermoor, I was the only one who could perform this surgery. Sweat trickled down my forehead and splattered onto my mask. Just as I was about to insert the needle, the heavy lead door of the operating room was violently pushed open. Blinding light and noise flooded in. My girlfriend, Katie Wilder, barged in with a man dressed in an expensive suit. I recognized him instantly. He was Luke Rivera, Katie's childhood friend, who had just returned from abroad.