Plastic Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“You drive a hard bargain, Titus James.” “I’ve got your number and left you a voice mail, Chloe Hudson. Take it or leave it.” “Ugh, okay! You shit. Shake on it.” She held out a hand with bright pink, glossy fingernails. I took it, we shook once, then part. “I’ll call your girlfriend and talk you up.” “Fake girlfriend,” I corrected her again. “Titus, I don’t care if your relationship is the equivalent of a romantic Narnia. She’s your damn girlfriend until you end it.” She got up and paused. “Which will be . . . when?”

The man was in his mid-seventies, almost as old as my grandfather and his girlfriend was a twenty-year-old plastic doll. I know that I sound biased and judgemental but let’s be real, deep down, we are all like that. However, I wasn’t being too judgemental about the girlfriend. Everything about her seemed fake starting from her nasal voice to her lash extensions which often made me wonder, what if she flies away just by batting them.

No side distraction, just school. “ZOEY!” I jumped as I heard that infamous squeal which was my best friend Julie. I didn’t expect her to speak to me after the breakup I wasn’t really close to her after I started dating Orion. I did try to make our friendship work but Orion was jealous. He always wanted me to himself. It was pretty terrible balancing a possessive boyfriend and energetic friend and trust me I did a terrible job. My eyes swept over Julie and I noticed she was wearing her usual artsy style: big denim overalls covered in paint splatters, a white crop top underneath, and platform sneakers that made her almost as tall as me.

"I was his girlfriend before you. Well, 'contract girlfriend' is more accurate." I froze. Contract girlfriend? There's no way they could know about our arrangement unless... "Maybe you're the new contract girlfriend," the blonde mused. "Or just a good actress. You're certainly all over social media these days." Ariana stood up, joining Emilia. "I think you ladies have had enough to drink. Time to move along." "We're just trying to help," the first woman said with mock sincerity. "Girl to girl. Alexander Carter is a master at making women feel special right before he discards them."

The idea of introducing a woman as my girlfriend loomed ahead, a choice driven by the fear that defying Grandpa's request might lead to adverse consequences for his health. Contemplating potential candidates, my thoughts gravitated towards my friend, Chloe. However, I swiftly dismissed the notion. Aware of Chloe's longstanding feelings for me since our university days, I understood that asking her to pretend as my girlfriend could complicate our relationship. The last thing I wanted was to give her false hope or create unnecessary complications in an already challenging situation.

Isa huffed , "I really don't know what you're talking about Nolan." "Fine, I'll break it down for you, I want you to be my girlfriend." Nolan was flustered because he had no idea what her response would be. "What's a girlfriend?, I don't what it means, but I trust you." Isa replied as she played with the flowers on her dress. " You really don't know anything, do you?" Nolan said with a hint of frustration. "A girlfriend is like a ... 'friend friend', only with a lot of kisses and presents."

"You okay?" "Peachy. Just acclimating to my new life as a kept woman in a gilded cage. Got a stylist coming to make me presentable for the peasants." A ghost of a smile touched his lips. "You look fine." "Liar." "Okay, you look like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards. But it’s a look that… grows on you." I snorted. "Charming." I took a gulp of the whiskey. It burned all the way down. Good. "So. The devoted girlfriend act. How exactly does this work? Do I get a script? A list of approved pet names?"

Jackson paused in thought and said, “If it’s one-off, you’ll get ten thousand once. If it turns into a long term gig, it’ll be easier to negotiate the price. The general explanation is… I have a friend whose mother is hounding him to bring a girlfriend home, but he doesn’t want to get married so he can’t do that. So he’s asked me to help him find someone suitable to act as his girlfriend. It’s just an act. Body contact is a must, but it won’t reach any overtly intimate stages. You don’t have to worry about that. If his family doesn’t approve, then you’re done after one gig. If they approve, then the gig will continue. If you think the price isn’t good enough, you can negotiate as well.” Gett

She was my princess, and I knew she will rule my heart like a queen when we will grow old. I am smart, brave, and very over-protective of the person whom I love. I love the concept of saving the damsel in distress. But then everything went down the hill when I discovered who my girlfriend is. My Girlfriend had kept one of the biggest truths of her life from me. My Girlfriend was never a damsel in distress. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen!

Maybe if I lied. "Hate to break it to you, Angel," My lips twitch in a smirk. "But I am seeing someone .She's prettier than you and is the love of my life. "Just saying that made me want to barf. Such dialogues made me sick at how cheesy they sounded. So ridiculous. "Oh, yeah?" She scoffed. "Who is this mythical girlfriend of yours? If she does exist." "She's not mythical, she's real," About as real as a unicorn shooting rainbows through its butthole.