Plastic Girlfriend Novels & Stories

The only way, he sees, is to pretend, he will pretend as a long-lost friend, and he is now about to visit them, to say hello, to know if they are ok. So it was, Dexter did, he bought a pizza pie, as a gift to the family of James and Anne, then he proceeds to their house. He is quite nervous, in going there. He can not easily remove from his thought, that Anne, is his former girlfriend, that he has, a son, with her. But the story now, is different, she is now married, not to a distant person, but to his best friend. It so strange, that does not come to his mind, not even to his wildest thought.

She has been having around a weird crowd, and I definitely don’t like her new girl friends, they are rude and think that they can comment on anyone’s appearance just because they are flawless. I see Leo ogling over one of them and I shake my head as Roxy and Richie arrive. I give them both a quick hug and I pull them onto the sitting area while the music starts blasting. Leo walks to the plastics and offers them drinks while they all drool all over him. Roxy finds it extremely funny while I don’t like a little bit. He is my best friend and I don’t want him getting hurt. But hey, he is probably using them as much as they are using him.

We didn't have a game for the next two weeks, and I was plotting revenge against my boyfriend with his other girlfriend. Tessa and I agreed the only way we could get revenge on him was if we both kept up the charade. After all, one scorned girlfriend would be the prime suspect, while two would be like pleading guilty instantly. I'd done my best to act normal around Danny, and it was easy, as long I didn't think about Tessa. But to be honest, that was almost always. I couldn't get her face out of my head, every time I looked at him.

Even though he took the Business Major, his musical talent was pulling him in another direction. His girlfriend for the past couple of years was an on and off relationship because he couldn't keep his pants on. It left Julie feeling like an idiot for letting him in her room that night and fell for the same trick that he probably used with every girl he slept with. Or maybe he didn't need a trick at all, because most girls would open their door to him just because he was Preston Hicks. She thought their friendship was real, that she knew him more than just what's on the surface. When he came to her that night, with desperation on his face, saying sweet words to her, telling her how special sh

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.

"The hottest young actress in the industry. She starred in three blockbuster dramas last year, and her endorsement deals started in the seven-figure range." "What was your relationship with her?" I stared at the face in the photograph, and suddenly everything felt unreal. That face had been mine. "We were coworkers," I said. "She acted on screen. I acted for her." Daniel frowned. I lowered my head and looked at my hands. These hands had traced every contour of that face. I knew which features were natural bone structure and which had been sculpted with cosmetic fillers. I knew about the nearly invisible scar above Winter's left brow, the slight difference in the thickness of her earlobes, an

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

“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.

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

The company organizes a team hike. When it's time to split into groups, I look at Malcolm Ridgeway, the man I've been secretly dating for two years. I expect him to pick me. Instead, he turns to Savannah Leclair, his childhood friend who just got back from being abroad. "You tire out easily. Join my group, I'll look out for you." Savannah links her arm through his like it's the most natural thing in the world. Our coworkers eat it up. "Childhood sweethearts really are something else. Malcolm, you're still single, right? You two would be perfect together." Malcolm doesn't pull away. He just says, "Yeah, I don't have a girlfriend." I freeze. Just last night, he holds me and promises he'll