My Dream Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“This is the fifth one. They’re all either way too short or scream, ‘Take me to the club.’ I need something… classy. Not like I’m trying to sell my soul.” Amelia smirked from inside her closet. “I like my dresses short, sue me.” Of course she did. Amy had the body, the confidence, the social circle—everything neatly arranged like her color-coded shoe rack. Meanwhile, I was 21, single after a three-month disaster of a relationship, recently unemployed, and pretending to be someone else’s girlfriend for money. She popped her head out, holding another hanger. “Okay, what about—” My phone buzzed on the bed.

Some brunnete with freckles. “That's nice” “You know you should be here with your girlfriend” she stated licking her lips in an irritating manner. Playing the curious side chick now huh? Trying to dig out things about my girlfriend. “You should be here with your boyfriend” I returned the flames. “Well… I don't have one for now” “My girlfriend is in college” I told her. “Pennsyvania? I might know her” She asked. “No, MIT” “Wow! That's a distance though…” She muttered.

Her coy, deceitful nature repulsed me, yet she clung to me like a shadow. At our graduation party, she deliberately fell down a staircase in front of me. When everyone rushed over, her tearful accusations painted me as a cruel bully. I'd never forget the way Mitchell held her protectively that day, his gaze filled with disappointment, anger, and disdain as he looked at me. "You've let me down. I wish I didn't have a sister like you." But I didn't push her. That day, I waited at home for hours for Mitchell. He didn't come back. He didn't even answer my calls.

In the car, Skye's face was still flushed. I leaned closer. "Skye, why are you so red?" She shot me a soft glare, lips pursed, not speaking. My heart softened. I couldn't help but kiss her again. "Skye, I know how you feel. Be my girlfriend." Her lips parted slightly, and tears fell instantly. Skye's family might not be a match for mine, but she was still a wealthy heiress. Yet, she chose to work as my secretary all these years. I had always known.

My driver’s girlfriend glared at me from the front passenger seat and snapped, “Can't you read? You’re always mooching rides off my boyfriend. Have you no shame? If you can’t afford a ride, just stay home. People like you are the worst!” I looked at my driver, Jason, completely baffled. He hurried over to me and lowered his voice to explain, “Miss Silva, my girlfriend doesn’t know I’m a driver. She’s pretty possessive. She only put up that note because she loves me.

"What if it wasn't me who came to the office at that time?" Park Jini's eyebrows rose in confusion. Lee Umji swallowed hard. "What if the person who came to take the Daydream script from you, was a woman named Kim Hana, the wife of Mr. Janghyuk's friend, Min Junho. A woman who has a face similar to mine based on Mr. Janghuk's narrative." Park Jini is stunned to hear Lee Umji's words about a woman who has a face similar to her. How could it be?

Maybe it will end up somewhere. She was not that type of woman, especially not the type of daughter who would give her mother that kind of trouble. Her heart seems to be tempted to explore that new world. But it’s wrong. Maybe she'll just be content with daydreaming. Maybe that's enough. Supposedly he is her boyfriend. She has never had a boyfriend in her entire life so she is also eager to experience having a romantic relationship. And if Alexander could be her partner in that relationship, she would be very happy. That's all, in her fantasy, her Ate Mia who is his wife is not there. So that's all she has to do because that's far from the truth.

That girl’s most probably his girlfriend. Zach has been the guy of my dream, I even downloaded a picture of him that I stole on I* and printed it. Both Nikki and Jane knew that but everybody knows he’s straight and that means I have absolutely zero chance of ever dating him. And even if I was a woman, I’m clearly not on par with whatever standards he has.

Sometimes, on a whim, I would send him something flirty just to test where his limits were. He always played along, sometimes flirting back, sometimes sighing with that fond, helpless tone and telling me to behave. It was the ultimate in tailor-made comfort. Sometimes, sitting alone in my empty apartment with my earbuds in, listening to him talk, I would feel this overwhelming sense of unreality. It was as if someone actually lived on the other side of that screen, someone who existed just for me. After Stefan appeared, the recurring dream stopped entirely. Dating a perfect AI like Stefan came with its own strange, private satisfaction, the kind that tasted a little like self-deception. That

I let out my feeling showing her how terrible my condition was without her. "I missed you too." "Yet, you refused to wake up." I talked like a sulking boy. "Because I have a nice dream, it was so good and it makes me don't want to leave it behind." I narrowed my eyes, "what kind of dream that stole my girlfriend's attention, huh? Who is in your dream?" "Carlos Gonzales." She got me there. I laughed at her answer, my hand immediately find her cheek and pinched it, "naughty girl, don't you think the reality is better than the dream?"