The Invisible Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“You, me, that party.” “Absolutely not.” “Absolutely yes,” she countered. “You need it. You’ve been walking around like someone stole your joy.” “Maybe they did,” I muttered. “Then let’s steal it back,” she said, eyes gleaming. “You show up, you look good, and you stop hiding. We’re going to test a little theory I’ve been sitting on.” I raised a brow. “A theory?” She smirked. “That sometimes the only way to stop feeling invisible… is to make the person who made you feel that way actually see you.”

Something was strangling him without ever laying a finger. Gasps rippled through the crowd, followed by an awful silence. Every eye turned toward the source of the unseen force… But this force had its gaze fixed on Bryce instead. He was already frozen, heart hammering, as the invisible grip still hadn't shifted its attention from him. Without being instructed, his fidgeting hands moved to the hem of his hoodie, peeling away every piece of clothing until he was bare. By now, the young lady was already naked too, with nothing on her, her hands trembling by her sides. That young man was her boyfriend.

"Holy shit… There are more than ten people in there. And the smell is disgusting." "I heard the noises coming from this room earlier. It was loud as hell and weird too. Crazy nobody came to check." "They must've been having some kind of orgy." "They've got some nerve. This kind of thing is illegal. And they've caused such a ruckus!" "Well, this guy came to catch his girlfriend cheating, didn't he?" "Catch her cheating? He obviously got the wrong person. Wait… how did he even know his girlfriend would be in this room?"

Without ever leaving a trace back to me. The girl had connections I couldn't be seen near, moved through spaces I couldn't touch, and cleaned up messes that would have buried me if they'd ever seen daylight. Nobody suspected her. Nobody ever does. A beautiful woman crying over a man is the oldest, most invisible thing in the world. That was the genius of it. The problem was that somewhere along the way, Bella stopped treating it like a job. She started treating it like a relationship. And I’ll admit it, I let it continue longer than I should have.

Being Damon Thorne’s “girlfriend” lasted exactly three hours before I realized something important. Blackthorn didn’t just notice things. It fed on them. Every hallway I walked through, every class I entered, eyes followed me, whispers trailing behind like shadows. That’s her. Damon’s girlfriend. The scholarship girl. I kept my head down, gripping my books tighter. Invisible. That was the plan. Now? I was the topic. And I hated it. “Hey.”

My heart slammed against my chest, making it hard to draw a full breath. My stomach twisted with emptiness, aching painfully. Was I just too hungry? With trembling hands, I grabbed the half-eaten chocolate and forced it into my mouth in one desperate bite. The sickly sweet taste barely calmed my racing heart, and the weight and dizziness in my head only intensified. A sharper cold than the wind before ran through me, seeping into my very bones. I wrapped the small blanket tighter around me, but any warmth it offered felt drained away by some invisible force, impossible to hold onto.

We're playing "Never Have I Ever" at a bachelor party when my girlfriend, Veronica Smith, draws a card that reads, "I have never betrayed my best friend." The moment her words fall, the room freezes as if someone hit pause. Everyone looks at me at the same time. Three seconds later, they wordlessly pick up the drinks in front of them and down them in unison. I am the sole winner of this round, which means I get to ask the losers a truth question or give them a dare. Hence, without hesitation, I ask, "How did you betray your friend?" To my surprise, everyone remains dead silent. My close friend, Ian Lachlan, is about to take his punishment shot when Veronica, who has been silent for a

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

My driver’s girlfriend glared at me from the front passenger seat and snapped, “Can't you read? You’re always mooching rides off my boyfriend. Have you no shame? If you can’t afford a ride, just stay home. People like you are the worst!” I looked at my driver, Jason, completely baffled. He hurried over to me and lowered his voice to explain, “Miss Silva, my girlfriend doesn’t know I’m a driver. She’s pretty possessive. She only put up that note because she loves me.