Things To Call Your Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"What do you want from us?" "I want my best friend back," I say, my eyes getting watery. "It feels like I can't breathe when we're not talking everyday and seeing each other all the time. I don't want to feel that way anymore." I move forward and rub up and down her thighs. "I want to call you my girlfriend, and I want you to call me your boyfriend. I want to call and text you every day. I want to take you home to family dinners and get you a permanent pass for seats in the team box. I want to celebrate birthdays and holidays with you. I want to support you in your endeavors and be here for you when you need to lean on me."

"I can't possibly tell you where we're going on a date, can I?" Kiera exploded at once. "Naomi, someone as antisocial as you is never getting my approval to marry Hayden! In our circle, none of these boys gets married unless I say yes first. Don't think dating Hayden for six years means you're secure. You still haven't passed my evaluation yet!" I let out a mocking laugh. "Once we've already slept together, do you really think you'll still be able to stop it? Losing my virginity in a luxury ocean-view suite sounds pretty exciting when you think about it."

"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." Footsteps on the stairs. Justin came jogging down with two bags of takeout. "Viv, your truffle fries—" He saw me. His knees buckled. The bags hit the floor. "Ms... Ms. Sinclair?" Vivienne turned. "Why are you calling her that? Justin, you're the boss, she works for you. Why would you call her ma'am?" Justin's mouth was open. Nothing came out. I looked at him. Kept my voice flat.

"Baby, I've been waiting for this day forever." Suddenly, his phone rang. He answered it—and the smile on his face vanished. I could hear Simone's furious voice clearly through the receiver, "Who said you could propose?! I only gave you three days of freedom! Forgetting my gift was bad enough, and now you propose to her?! Did you get my permission?! What do you think I am?!" Scott went rigid. Then, almost on instinct, he looked toward our group of friends. One of them, who had been filming the whole thing, froze and quickly lowered his phone.

For the first time, I spoke gently, like a girl in love, and he responded in a tender tone I had never known from him before. If that was really nothing, then who had I been to him? My wrist ached where he held it so tightly, and suddenly I felt like crying. He claimed to be my boyfriend, and I allowed him to toy with me while keeping my feelings secret. When he said he wasn't, I had to pull back, behave as I should, and even help him with someone else's romance. Our relationship had always been dictated by him. I took a deep breath and lifted my chin, fighting back tears, and forced the lightest, most casual tone I could muster. "Jason, you're such a fool—you really got tricked. I haven't l

You sound weird. Define okay, I wanted to write. Instead, I sent: Fine. Talk later. Fine sometimes, is girl code for disaster. Call me if you need anything. Love you. The casual endearment made my chest tighten. I tried calling Jake, but it went straight to voicemail. “You’ve reached the Jake-meister. Leave a message, and I’ll get back to you when I’m not being awesome.” “Hey, it’s me,” I said after the beep. “I know it’s early, but I really need to talk to you. Something happened at home and I… I could use my boyfriend right now. Call me when you get this.”

But that enthusiasm was short lived upon hearing Ava's next words. "But....but what about when i don't want to be your girlfriend? Do i have a say in all of this crazy stuff, maybe i am not ready to be someone's mate, so what then?" Ava asked with a slightly raised voice. "Ava please, i know and understand this is all very sudden but you need to know the truth! And you need to know about us, please just think about it, let it sink in and if you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask me or my parents! I'll leave my number for you so you can call me whenever you feel like it, it doesn't matter if it's day or night, you can always call me my love!" He husked.

Damn her and her beautiful eyes and her magical touch. “Fine,” I huff. “I’ll drop it for now, but I won’t forget,” I warn her. She smiles and kisses me softly, “I’d expect nothing less from my tenacious ani… girlfriend,” she says as she cringes. I blink in shock. Did she just call me her girlfriend? Suddenly I feel like a teenager, and I can’t stop smiling. “Did you just call me your girlfriend?” I grin. “That was so lame,” she says as she facepalms herself, “It just kind of slipped out and–” I shut her up by grabbing her face and kissing her deep and passionately. She slowly relaxes and returns my kiss with a contented moan.

After a few seconds of pep talk to herself, she took a deep breath and dialed Daniel’s number. He picked up after the second ring. His voice was low, rich, and teasing. “Ariana. What’s got you calling me at this hour?” She rolled her eyes but softened her tone, letting a playful lilt slip in. “Can’t a girlfriend just miss her man?” Daniel chuckled, his voice dripping amusement. “Mmm. I like how that sounds. Girlfriend. Say it again.”

“A nickname. People who are in relationships have pet names for each other, right?” “You can call me Kai.” I said, even though the nickname was only used by people who knew me very well. She shook her head, “what about Mal?” “What about no?” I said, laughing at the crazy name. Mal. “Boo?” I raised my eyebrow, “no.” “Lover boy?” She said playfully. “Seriously?” I laughed. “Then I’ll start calling you hotshot.” She shook her head, “no, call me babygirl. You called me that once before.”