Sweet Messages Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Very angry. My girlfriend took the tray and gave me my breakfast, which had a cute rose and a letter written: "YOU ARE THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME. I TRULY AM BLESSED. I LOVE YOU. KAT ❤😍💯" I smiled looking at it, "if it takes you making me cry during sex to be this fucken cheesy.. shame I'd rather not have a cheesy girlfriend..." "Baby I'm sorry... I really feel bad for that.. and you just fell asleep on me. Fuck I couldn't sleep.. I didn't sleep."

I greeted as soon as I arrived and I could see the width of my boyfriend's smile, "Aww, you're really cute, babe." He squeezed my cheeks, "You're way cuter, babe." I saw Faith frown, "You guys, you're making me jealous, I can't stand it." We both laughed at what she said so I put my arm around her, "So, it's better that you find a boyfriend." "Oh my, well, that's not in my vocabulary," she said and laughed, "I'm already busy with our lab projects, will that add up?" "I'm just taking a chance," I joked, "Come on, let's go for a walk first ..."

Madison would stay out of my way and would say few words whenever I tried to have a conversation with her. I sighed and got distracted by the beautiful picture I created. I immediately turned it to my phone’s wallpaper. I posted it on social media with the caption, “Best husband ever😍. #datenight #inlove”, and tagged Damien too. I was too excited to notice I had more than a hundred notifications and tags. Damien’s phone beeped immediately he walked out and he stared at me with a smile. “You are the best wife”, he blew me a kiss.

A new message appeared on the screen—just two words, yet enough to stir perhaps a lifetime of unrequited feelings. [Congratulations, Love.]

I have been praying to my God and her Goddess to grant me my wish, the only thing I have ever asked for, in a selfish request, to make her my mate. My messages alert rang, and I quickly opened the app. Angie: “Hey, good morning...” I quickly typed back. Me: “Good Morning, beautiful. It’s as if I summoned you with my thoughts.” Angie: “Were you thinking of me?” Me: “Always...” I chuckled. I wasn't fond of sappy messages, but I would do it over and over again for her. Angie: “Still in the city?” she typed, and I sighed. I knew she was worried about me, but I would never think of leaving Central City without telling or kissing her goodbye.

Her very loud, annoying and beautiful sister was getting married while she just got her heart broken by her boyfriend of five years. Nobody cared how she was feeling, they all just wanted to make the day perfect for little miss perfect and she was there to do everyone's bidding. She sighed deeply and picked up her phone to read his breakup message to her again seeking for the real reason he had left, his message had just stated that he was tired of the relationship and they weren't compatible. He had ended the message with "best of luck", like who ends a breakup text with best of luck but that was what Jakes her boyfriend had done.

I reply M - correction, your fiancé not boyfriend. I send 3 laughing emojis. You miss me??? I send again. M - Always, send me a picture. What kind of picture?? I reply back. Like this? I send again now attached with a selfie of my face smiling at the camera. M - fuck!!!! How did I get so lucky?? Almost moaned out loud from seeing your beautiful face. That makes smile and giggle, God I love this man. I send another selfie but now showcasing my breasts in the sexy black lingerie I’m wearing.

I read the message. – You're amazing darling. I'm sorry for pressuring you and getting you into this. I can't wait to kiss you. I have a gift for the best Luna. Good job – It felt good to know he's not really mad at me anymore. I looked at him again and smiled. While I was still going through my phone, another message came to my phone and that made my smile disappear immediately. — You were so amazing sweetie. I knew you were a feisty one. I keep desiring you more. I can't wait to have you in my arms. I'll watch this competition for you, keep going —

I took out one cookie, broke off a piece, and sat on the stool, smiling like a lunatic. “He’s impossible,” I whispered. But my cheeks were still burning. My phone buzzed just as I placed the last orange in the fridge. Mason: “Do you like the roses, sweetheart?” Of course, he couldn’t help himself. I stared at the screen, thumbs hovering, brain warring with heart. I typed back slowly. Me: “Your girlfriend won’t like what you’re doing.” I didn’t even breathe while waiting for the typing dots. Mason: “That’s not your problem. You’re mine. That’s all that matters.”