Novel & Cerita My Dream Girlfriend

With a stranger who had brunette hair and grey eyes. “Oh God,” she mumbled before she was sinking her face against the pillow again. It has been a long time since she slept with a dream. It’s not like Anika has a boyfriend or anything but she dreamed of meeting a guy later on and they fell in love at first sight. Yeah, she was a romantic at heart.

Besides, I would puke if one more pack she wolf threw herself on me. I still went to parties, though. I have to keep up the reputation. In every of these parties, I searched for the girl that came in my dreams the other night. She was no where to be found, sadly. I think I might have found a new girlfriend, if I even find her at all. There was no how she didn’t exist. Scientists said dreams were a product of memories, right? So I must have seen her somewhere.

Which is why I am currently searching for my girlfriend. I seem to have lost her between the front door and the snack table. Or though as my eyes find the snack table I notice the brown curls, that’s where she is. And she is looking fucking drop dead dazzling and gorgeous in her red dress. It’s simple but as I’ve grown to learn and love is that my girlfriend does simple really fucking amazingly. “Did I tell you how gorgeous you all look tonight?” I say approaching her best friends. “Yes you did Kingston twice in fact.” Josie jokes.

"Who was that, Dad?" Dream curiously asked. "That's Auntie Sapphire. You'll meet her tomorrow." Kenzo said. Yara's heart aches again. “Do you have a girlfriend, Dad?" Dream asked. "Dream!" Yara said. "I'm just curious, Mom." Dream said. "Yes, I have, sweety. But..." Kenzo said and looked at Yara who was still looking outside the car's window. Dream saw it and smiled naughtily. Emma also saw it and smiled.

She gave me a dumbfounded look, as if to say no duh. "She's not my girlfriend." I rolled my eyes, but couldn't fight the blush creeping up my face. "Yet."

Dove gasped in surprise. She did not believe that Clara would find Marble here. Clara continued to stare at the boy beside the table. She wished to know all the information about this person. She must get her Marble back. Suddenly, Clara turned to continue eating hotpot, not daring to look at the table anymore. She did not expect that the person sitting with that guy was Chris - her ex-boyfriend from high school.

DANTE I stirred in my sleep, a dream pulling me from the depths of unconsciousness. There she was, Anna, my love, my fated mate. In the dream, we were happy, complete. Our laughter echoed through the park as we spread out a checkered blanket, preparing for a picnic. The sun bathed us in its warm embrace, and I couldn't help but be captivated by the sparkle in Anna's eyes.

Now, with this new dream, I feel like I'm getting to know a new and different Laird Evans. Interestingly, that just makes me fall more in love with him. "Ah, this is so touching. I love this." Dave interrupted our conversation with a wide smile on his face. "What about you, Fenella? What's your dream now?" Dave asked. "From my teenage years to now, my dream has been to become a dream girl," I answered proudly. "A dream girl," Dave nodded approvingly, murmuring in admiration. "Yes, a girl with many talents and liked by many. A girl who will inspire many women out there with self-confidence and self-respect. You know, Laird came up with that idea for me," I said to Dave.

she asks. I nod. “I wanted to get something that represents my love for you. I wanted something special. The woman at the jewelry store told me it meant infinite. Just like my love for you. Just like our lives together will be. So, Angelica Rossi will you be my girlfriend? I promise to spoil you rotten, to make you my queen, to always be a shoulder for you to lean on. I’ll be your forever…” I smile sheepishly forgetting the speech and coming up with that on the spot.

As I am about to speak, I hear a voice I recognise behind me. “Aimee, I don’t know you guys covered hospital news now”, Kyle says, and I roll my eyes and turn around looking at him. “Hi Kyle, I’m not here for work”, I say, and he frowns as I turn my attention back to the secretary. “I am his son's girlfriend”, I say, crossing all the fingers and toes that I can, hoping that she will believe my lie. Well, technically it’s not a lie, or is it? What are we? We are not even engaged yet, “I’m a friend of the family”, I say straight after, and she frowns, asking my name again.