Rent A Girlfriend Novels & Stories

What we had between us was like a gigantic web, which trapped me and rendered me immobile. After goodness knew how long, the party seemed to come to an end. Suddenly, the door behind me opened. I turned around and saw Celeste standing there. She wore a pleased smile on her face as she stepped toward me. “Samantha Kane.” She stood before me and looked at me condescendingly. “How does it feel to watch the person you love throwing me such a huge birthday bash?” In an instant, I understood what was going on. Elliot had not sent those bodyguards. It had been Celeste.

I leaned forward slightly, heart hammering. “What?” I asked. Aeron didn’t answer immediately. He studied me like he was measuring how much truth I could handle. “I want you to be my girlfriend.” The words landed in the room like a gunshot. My heart raced so violently I thought it might tear its way out of my chest. “Your…” My voice cracked. I swallowed. “Your girlfriend?” “For a set period,” Aeron said, tone clinical, like he was offering a contract. “Publicly.” I laughed once, sharp and disbelieving. “This is insane,” I whispered.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DETAILED NARRATION OF RAPE AND KIDNAPPING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. --------- Black Raven: What do you think about the dress? Me: It’s beautiful! But I told you, you don’t have to buy me something expensive. Black Raven: How about the birkin bag? The iPad? Did you like them? Me: Yes! But again, sooooo expensive T___T Black Raven: Don’t you dare worry about money. You’re my girlfriend now, let me spoil you…mmkay?

"You’re my only pretend one." At that, Lena recalled their previous arrangement and couldn’t help but laugh. "What’s this? Are you calling to settle the rent for my services?" "No need for rent," Ron said. "But I do need a favor." "Let me guess—you need me to pretend to be your girlfriend again?" "Exactly. It’s my old man’s birthday banquet today. He says he doesn’t care about gifts, just wants me to bring home a girlfriend. He’s almost seventy, and you know, it’s a ‘who knows if there’s a next year’ kind of situation..."

“Well I kinda sorta made an arrangement with Edward Howard and he’s offered to pay twenty thousand dollars” “What?” Kara yelled into the phone “Girl! My ears” i said holding my ears “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be that loud” she apologized “But why on earth is he offering that amount of money? Are you gonna work for him your entire life or what?” She asked seriously. “Well, I have to pretend to be his girlfriend for three months” “What? Like a call girl?” She exclaimed “What no! Relax girl, he needs someone to act as his girlfriend in front of his parents. More like a fake date” I explained

Xoxo Nyx The following morning, the landlord proves to upset my dear friend once more by red tagging the building. No matter how many times I try to reassure George that it’s just a ploy to raise the rent, and as long as we don’t leave we’re fine, she’s adamant. So I talk her into a ten jewel a day tour, as a distraction. I’ve had girlfriends, but never girls who were friends to do things like this. I’m even happier that Ryan tags along, and it’s a real chick flick-esque experience.

"God, here's another poser!" My roommate, Fiona Sharpe, grinned as she shoved her phone at us. Its screen showed a student chat group where a bold message stood out. It read, "Urgently looking for a female date—must be attractive—to accompany me to a banquet. You'll receive ten grand upfront as payment."

"Or when some supermodel catches your eye at one of those fancy galas?" "That would constitute a breach of contract." He spoke as if discussing the weather. "I'd pay the penalty clause and terminate our arrangement immediately." "There's a penalty clause now?" "Of course." Alexander's smile grew predatory. "And before you ask - yes, the same rules apply to you. No other men, no secret rendezvous, complete exclusivity." I blinked rapidly, my brain struggling to process this surreal conversation. "Let me get this straight. You want me to be your fake girlfriend for a year, attend fancy events, and..." I gestured vaguely between us, "...all that in exchange for helping with my mom's medical bil

“No need. The police are already here.” I stepped aside to let them in. One officer looked around the room. “Who is the tenant?” Mark was on the balcony. Hearing the commotion, he rushed out. “I am. I’m the tenant.” He didn’t understand what was going on, but when he saw Claire’s expression, he seemed to realize something was wrong. “Who rented this apartment to you?” “It was... Claire.” “What is your relationship with her?” “I was married to her sister.” “Did you know the market rent for this apartment is ten thousand dollars a month? And she rented it to you for three hundred dollars a month for three years.”

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