The Odd Ones Out Girlfriend Novels & Stories

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.

Aaron, one of the cooks with handsome looks, and Pat walked closer. “You know... I overheard her talking to go, Victor that we should treat her well. ‘Why?’ I asked myself until I heard her say she was her son's girlfriend.” she said and everyone exclaimed. Pain stabbed my heart repeatedly and the world began shutting on me until I felt suffocated. With shaky legs, I auspiciously walked out of the kitchen through the back door. When I got out, I didn't stop there as I continued walking to wherever my feet carried me, and how he had begged to speak with me the night before flashed through my eyes.

“Then how about considering one more?” Hamish was speechless. “Not responding means you agree. I understand, I just dm'd my WhatsApp number to you. Get in touch!” "I have a girlfriend. I haven't thought about changing one, nor have I thought about adding one more." “Who is your girlfriend? Can you give us a hint?” "It's classified!" Sophia looked at the comments from netizens, unable to suppress her laughter. Suddenly, a name called "Drunken City" caught her eye, and she paused, "Xena."

“Yooo! You're saying that to someone you never picked her calls or return her messages for the past few days who amongst us is heartless here, I fucking slept alone at home, and you were out with your friends and your girlfriend partying in Tokyo” “Fuck, you keep calling her my girlfriend she's not” He groan, as his head dangle from one side to the other, I scoff and folded my two hands as I stood before him cause he might try to fall again, “So what do you call someone you wore a couple outfit with?” “That's some misunderstanding Taylor, what about you, your couple pictures moment with your boyfriend is all over the school group, you're worse” “Worse?” My eyes widened in surprise,

Only I stood there in shock. It was not until my mother elbowed me and said in frustration, "Look at Leo. He's about to get married. And you? Always talking about bringing your 'imaginary' girlfriend home. When are you going to let me meet a real one?" I silently remarked, "Mom, you've already met her. The woman standing shyly beside another man is my girlfriend, Elsa." But I did not dare say it aloud, fearing my mom would have a heart attack on the spot.

Don't think a bit of makeup changes the fact that you're just a country bumpkin from the sticks! I took a deep breath. Her shrill voice was giving me a headache, and I didn't want to argue with her or make a scene in public. I was planning to take Megan away. Brenda immediately snatched the container from Megan's hands and hurled it to the ground, growling, "You cheating scumbags! How could you be all over each other in front of me? "Megan, you did this on purpose, didn't you? You really like being a mistress, huh?"

My girlfriend, Selena Jenkins, and I are committed to a strict 50-50 relationship. We are three years into our relationship, and we split everything down to a single bottle of water. Then, out of nowhere, I get a call from a kidnapper. "We have your girlfriend. Have 150 thousand dollars ready, or she dies!" I calmly launch our app, SplitMate. According to the algorithm, this unexpected incident falls under "shared risk", meaning she is responsible for 50% of the cost. However, after factoring in the personal insurance policy I took out on her behalf, she only needs to pay 35,550 dollars. I send the calculation results to the kidnapper. "This is her share. Please contact her family for t

The figure that had stirred me earlier was now in my arms, making it impossible for me not to react. Ms. Johnston clearly felt it too. The flush had already spread from her face all the way to her ears. Biting her lower lip, she reached back and locked the storage room door. Then, she looked at me, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Let go of me. Do you know what this looks like? I'm your girlfriend's godmother." Despite her words, she didn't move away. Instead, she remained pressed tightly against me. That made my eyes light up. I didn't miss a chance to take advantage of the situation. "Ms. Johnston, I'm not trying to take advantage of you. In fact, I'm helping you. You looked pretty l

"How about you tell me how some random woman walked herself in here?" Her friends got up too, looking me over. A girl with bleached hair sneered. "Viv, is this the freeloader you were talking about? She's back?" "God knows why." Vivienne folded her arms. "Mooched a meal off my boyfriend at the restaurant, got kicked out. Now she's trying to mooch a house." "Listen, lady. Stay away from my boyfriend. Don't think a few years on him gives you any leverage. He's not going to fall for some old trick."

If it weren’t for her sunny personality, she would’ve made the perfect Regina George. “What does that tool want?” She lifted an eyebrow. “He actually gave me an explanation on why his girlfriend was calling him—or should I say ex-girlfriend.” “Ex-girlfriend?” She repeated, a manicured hand on her hip. “Still sleazy.” Breyona shouted over her shoulder, carrying a stack of boxes down the stairs and onto the trucks ramp. Cassidy nodded, “agreed, still sleazy.” “Apparently his ex-girlfriend is mated to his younger brother.” I elaborated, chuckling when Cassidy’s lips popped open.