The Good Girlfriend Novels & Stories

The offer of money for payment to pose as his girlfriend—with the possibility of doing what girlfriends and boyfriends do behind a closed door and most of all, the possibility of a marriage contract should they had to—was like a splash of cold water to the face. And that was the reason behind the exorbitant fee he was offering me. That wasn’t even the end of it. The fees mentioned were just for the girlfriend job. There’s going to be a million US dollars for the marriage contact, subject to change depending on what difficulties we might find hard to work out if we do get married. “You are not being paid to prostitute yourself, Gia,” he said last night in a somber tone, though it still had me

she took that as an invitation to sit down beside me, which is a bummer cause I was hoping to sit alone to the ride there. I was tempted to give a snarky remark, but she might find humor in that as well so I opted not to... I let it pass by like a rhetorical question. “I'm Luna by the way,” she extended her hands towards me. “And I'm not interested,” I ignored it. Surely that should be enough for the girl to get the memo... Should! She laughed again. “I think you and I are gonna get along just fine 'Not Interested'” she quoted. I genuinely made an effort not to roll my eyes, but it was near impossible, especially when I'm going to be dealing with 'this' the entire bus ride to Miseri Camp. Th

It's a lot darker and emptier at Caden's, always has been since his mom, and sometimes I worry about how lonely it must be for him living in that mansion all by himself. Maybe that's why he glues himself to his friends and acquaintances, hosts these outrageous parties and keeps his girlfriend with him all the time. The word girlfriend twists my gut because that's what he claimed me to be earlier today, in front of everyone, yet here I am. Imagining being a real girlfriend to him fills my insides with fuzzy feelings and a lightness I know I shouldn't be getting, so I stop myself and focus on Matt instead. "Welcome to my home, pancakes."

She was getting nervous due to zero socialising skills and living her life as an outcast so she didn't know if they'd like her at first based on her personality. The door clicked open and in came two beautiful and tall girls. One in a skintight black jeans with a white turtleneck and a brown jacket with her long hair tied in a high ponytail and her beautiful phoenix eyes, sharp nose and beautiful plump lips, she looked beautiful. The other dressed in a similar fashion but had put on a black crop top and black jeans with black boots and a black leather jacket with her dark brown hair falling over her chest. She looked like an assassin, a really hot one if one must say.

My heart was in my throat. “Instead,” Maverick continued, voice carrying over the chaos that tried to rise, “I want to state plainly, without room for gossip or doubt, that I am already in a relationship. And my partner—” His jaw ticked, eyes hard, daring anyone to question him. “—is Carla Jepherson.” I dropped the mug. Coffee splattered across the carpet, seeping into the cream fibers.

This final 'gift' just arrived late. Watching Jenna leave in a hurry, my friend looked at me and gave me a thumbs-up. "Honestly, you're impressive. Be real with me. Do you have even a tiny thought of getting back together with her? I'd hate it if you turned out to be one of those hopeless romantics." I shook my head and answered without hesitation. "I have no intention of getting back together with her. None at all." By my count, after the wedding fiasco, Henry was bound to make a move soon.

“Emily Maine is special, leagues above all other women. The ways I touch you, the ways we touch each other, what happened on that dance floor tonight, that’s just for you, just between us. We’ll tell them first thing tomorrow. Together, my super serious girlfriend.” He wasn’t taking this seriously at all, didn’t have a care in the world. Or at least that’s how it looked. Aaron Condor didn’t have a prayer of hiding from her though. The word girlfriend had come out of his mouth. That alone meant that this was just as big a deal for him as it was for her. He saw the tears in her eyes and gave her what she wanted, just like he used to and heaven help her, she fell just a little more for him. He

"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 looks up at me and smiles, her beautiful green eyes sparkling. "Are you sure you've never dated before? You're way too good at this" she says suspiciously "Cross my heart. My only girlfriend was Jessica Sanchez in the third grade. Dated her for a whole week" "Was she prettier than me?" she says narrowing her eyes, but obviously joking as she tries not to laugh "Not possible." I tell her, laughing but I'm completely serious "Hmmmm" she says, but doesn't say anything else. We sit in silence for a few minutes while she makes a playlist and then she scrolls through the playlist, picking 'Bloodstream' by Stateless. I listen to the lyrics in silence, smiling when the chorus hits

He said in a soft tone, for sure this lady must have an important position in his life. And her attention diverted towards me, I gave her an awkward smile and notices how her eyes twinkled with happiness looking at me, "Who is this beautiful lady? She is so beautiful, is she your wife?" And trust me I almost started coughing at her words. "No," I declined immediately without a second thought and he looked at me and spoke, "She is my girlfriend," for some reason whenever he calls me his girlfriend I feel something deep down there in my stomach. The old grandma looked at me in disappointment, "Why did you say no, if you are his girlfriend then are you not going to marry her?" Realisation dawne