Your Girlfriend Was Amazing Novel Novels & Stories

"Is she your girlfriend?" Professor Blake stumbled over his words, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events. "Ummm... Ciara, she is not..." Before he could finish, I interjected confidently, seizing control of the situation. "Yes, I am his girlfriend," I declared, locking eyes with both of them. The lady's shock was palpable as my words sank in. "What?!" she exclaimed, her voice betraying her disbelief. "You're his girlfriend?" With unwavering confidence, I affirmed my position. "Yes, I am."

“Oh, this is Robin, my girlfriend.” I took a sharp breath. He called me his girlfriend? He called me his girlfriend! I bit the inside of my cheeks to keep from squealing with delight as Shaun showed him the book. They began discussing ways to fix the book and while Shaun looked like he understood it all, but not me, though. In five nanoseconds, it was all lost on me. Leaving the book with the shopkeeper, we returned to the car and headed home. He stopped where he’d picked me up on the corner. Before I got out, I had to mention it. “So, I’m your girlfriend?”

God, this was awkward, and the ground could swallow me whole right about now. "Look at me, sweetheart," he said, placing a gentle finger under my chin to turn my head towards him. "I didn't mean it like that. I would love to marry you someday—don't get me wrong, you're perfect—but I want to make you my girlfriend for now, if that's alright with you." In that moment, a wave of relief washed over me; I felt like I was no longer the stupidest girl in the universe. But doubt crept in—did I really want to be the girlfriend of a man who had murdered people? He hadn't done it willingly, but did that really matter? Wouldn't that make me hybristophilic? I had vowed never to fall for him, and now I wa

, Freda said. "Oh, what is it then?", I asked and she told me. "I am sure your plus one is a guy", Freda said and I smiled. "Yeah" "Wow, you are damn good at getting guys, gurl", Freda said in her British accent and I giggled. "I am sure you are going with someone as well", I commented and I heard her chuckle over the phone. "Just some girlfriend", she replied and I laughed. "Okay, take care of yourself, Freda", I said quickly.

When I'm working as a deliveryman, I receive a delivery order from a hotel. As I look at the bag of adult toys in my hand, I can't help but snicker knowingly. "Youngsters nowadays sure are wild in bed." The moment I open the hotel room door and see my girlfriend, Natalie Brooks, I feel as though all color has been drained from my face. Natalie's work junior, Brandon Clark, laughs arrogantly in my face with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "How did that broke bastard track us down?" Natalie just frowns at me in displeasure. "Brandon helped me secure many projects at work. His only wish is that he gets to spend a night with a woman. "This is nothing but physical collision between

"And I know we said we were just friends. But I don't want to be just friends anymore, Jems. I want more. I want... I want you to be my girlfriend." Tears pricked at Jems' eyes. "Really?" "Really," Ethan said, reaching up to cup her face. "You're the most amazing person I've ever met. You're strong and brave and beautiful and kind, and I'm completely crazy about you. So what do you say? Will you be my girlfriend?" "Yes," Jems breathed. "Yes, of course yes!" Ethan's smile was radiant. He leaned in slowly, giving her every chance to pull away. But she didn't. She couldn't. She didn't want to.

on the football field – long story short , I found myself in the shower washing out the cafeteria food from my hair. When we had finally became a couple , life was beyond sweet. She was an amazing girlfriend – whenever I had slacked off from my duties , I always had her there to pull me by the ears and make me do them. She proved to be the great woman I knew she would be. But…

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

"It is good." "Good? Just good?" "Amazing. It is amazing." Amina leaned forward. "Details. I want details. You owe me for all the years I told you about my terrible boyfriends." I looked around the coffee shop. Nobody was listening. "It gets better every time. The first time was a little painful. But now it is just. I do not know. Like we fit. Like our bodies were made for each other." "That is beautiful and also disgusting. Keep going."

CHAPTER 68 Lara’s POV I woke up smiling. Not because of the sunlight filtering softly through the curtains. Not because the bed was ridiculously comfortable. But because the first coherent thought that entered my brain was: I’m Adrian Romano’s girlfriend. My smile widened instantly against the pillow. Girlfriend. The word still felt unreal. Dangerous. Exciting. Slightly insane. Because somehow the terrifying, emotionally unavailable billionaire who used to glare at people like human interaction physically offended him had rented out an entire restaurant just to ask me to be his.