Two Faced Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"Two weeks they've been fighting. And in those two weeks, we've been living together, out in the open. He told me I give him a kind of passion he's never felt. His girlfriend only knows how to chase money. She's nothing like the woman he used to love." The comment section was already going off. "She's about to get married and you're the side piece bragging about it?" "Shameless." "If you two can't keep your hands off each other, just make the scumbag dump her. Stop ruining a good woman's life." A low hum filled my head. The past came rushing back all at once. A mentor at work. Two weeks of silence. A fiancée abandoned in the rain on their anniversary. Every detail lined up with me and Ryan.

"He has a girlfriend. And he wants to mate her." The words hung in the recycled air of the car, small and devastating, the way the worst news always somehow is. "A girlfriend." I repeated it like it was a foreign phrase, something translated badly. My voice didn't sound like mine. "Mate her?" "Yes." Maya's voice dropped to almost nothing. "They've been together two years." I stared at the pity in her eyes, at the way she was already holding my hand the way you hold the hand of a patient you suspect is about to flatline gently, like bracing yourself for the machines to start screaming.

But my husband doesn't have a girlfriend. “Jace of course. Jace Williams has a girlfriend!" She replied and i felt the whole blood in me dried up that instant

Six years into our long-distance relationship, I tell my girlfriend, Claire Whitmore, that I'm too busy with work to spend her birthday with her. Behind her back, I secretly take the property deed with me and board a ten-hour flight to her city. I want to propose to her in front of all our friends and surprise her. While waiting for my ride, I use my work phone to reply to a few messages, then casually scroll through my social media feed. The first post I see is from my childhood friend, Ryan Cole. "I'm going to be a godfather! My goddaughter is 8.5 pounds. I'm so happy!" I open the photo and see Claire and Damian Pierce posing together, a baby between them. My mind goes completely blan

My girlfriend, Loretta Summers, is an introvert and quiet by nature. Even our daily conversations are limited to things like, "Have you eaten?" or "Are you asleep?" Then, at a New Year's class reunion, I see her chatting animatedly with a guy, Ivan Lane. That is when I realize— it is time for us to break up.

I didn't have time to react and regain my composure, so I just followed him like a sleepwalker. I faintly heard the admiring voices praising his excellent appearance and my luck because I caught a handsome guy from head to toe, and wholeheartedly took care of his girlfriend. Yes, I admit that in public and in private, this guy is like two different people. If I agreed to be Brian's girlfriend, I would probably drag him out on the street all day, not daring to let him stay at home. That way, I won't have to be angry because of his bad words and actions.

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

"And I told you before you're more than just a fling to me. So what does that make you, Kar? God, I know we hardly know each other and want to work this out. But you're not just a fling and you're sure not just friends with benefits so in my definition that only leaves you to be my girlfriend. And seeing that douchebag yesterday and hearing him say that word, made me know it. As I can't bear to hear someone else call you that. So I don't care as what you see me and you can take your time to think about it, but to me you're my girlfriend." My face surely looks ridiculous at the moment as my eyes are as wide as can be, and my jaw has dropped to god knows where. Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfrie

I struggle but they are much stronger than me. "How dare you touch my girl? Didn't you understand her? She said let her go!" Serious shout of familiar voice behind us. The two confronted the person who spoke and I wasn't wrong, it was Zack. "And who are you to interfere?" Stubbornness is holding me back now. "She's my girlfriend!" He answered madly. "Your girlfriend is sexy and I want her to be mine," one of them said while laughing. "She's only mine and not yours! I can kill you if I want." I suddenly felt nervous because of Zack's words.

Especially when Andy hug Kimberly tight and kiss her on cheeks while laughing. "Thank you so much Kimberly! I really did expect you'll agree." he pinch her chin. "Now I understand! You're just protecting me and mom... and the revenge thing wasn't really true!" Kimberly holds Andy's cheek and strokes it with eye-to-eye contact. Nathan was so mad, his in gritted teeth while watching the unwanted view. "Sweet, aren't they..." a female voice from behind distract Nathan's attention. "Who are you?" he growls. "I'm Jesebelle, Andy's girlfriend... and just like what you're witnessing now...obviously... their fooling us!" the backstabber second attack.