My Dream Girlfriend Novels & Stories

At last, Elliot and I are together. Isn't that just a beautiful dream that I would want to keep holding on to forever? Elliot Allister is now my boyfriend. And how I wish that this dream wouldn't just end. In my dream, after several years of waiting, we have finally made it through the uphill battles just to be together. And now, can I just stay like this? I am afraid to wake up, knowing that once I open my eyes, everything will just disappear in a blur.

I laughed, sheepish, weak. “What?” He lifted a shoulder. “Unless…” His smirk deepened. “…you’re saying he’s your boyfriend.” The word boyfriend cracked between us. My stomach dipped, my brain went static. And the worst part? I didn’t hate the way he said it. I’ve always dreamt of being Caspian’s girlfriend. Even more? His wife. His last name stapled to mine, me in his hoodie at 2 a.m, him in my bed at 2:05.

Robot’s POV: I open my eyes and I realize that I’m lying down here in this box. I lift up my upper body and see a girl. I read her information using my programmed mind. Kim Mukgu –YOUR GIRLFRIEND. I smile at what I’ve read. So, she’s my girlfriend then. I get off from this box and hug her from the back. “Hello my girlfriend! Nice to meet you! Want to make love with me?” No one’s POV:

He went on his knees for me. Is this a dream? Someone, please wake me!! "You are the first girl I will ever love this way. Please, be my girlfriend." I bit my lips. Maybe giving him a chance won't hurt.

What if they got caught? * * * Carter Miller "You sure about this?" I asked my girlfriend as Natalie held my hand. She wasn't showing yet, but I had knocked her up. Ever since that dream where I'd been an ogre and she'd been an elven princess, we'd been dating. I loved this girl. I don't remember ever noticing Kristen's best friend, but after that dream... And we had so many fun adventures together. Our date last Friday had been hot. Her mother was a stripper. A bred stripper. And if I didn't knock her up getting a lap dance, well, I'd be coming over for dinner to make sure I got the job done.

She was adorable and I was glad she was all mine. "Question game?" She suggested and I went along. "how many girlfriends have you had?" "None" I replied sincerely and she gave me a hard stare. "You are my first girlfriend. I went out with a few but never to a point of making them my girlfriend" I fed her a strawberry and asked, "what's your dream house?" "If I have children, a bigger house would do. Bigger than bungalow but at the moment I would prefer a condo" Glad to know and I made a mental note about that.

Nonetheless, I refuse to give up on the possibility of finding my mate, and I continue to keep my eyes and ears open for any sign of her. For the past few weeks, I have been tormented by dreams of her. In my dreams, she appears before me like an angel with long, flowing golden hair that shimmers in the moonlight. Her beautiful blue eyes are as clear as the ocean, and they seem to sparkle with a hint of mischief. Her smile is enchanting, and it takes my breath away every time. I can’t seem to shake off these dreams, and I find myself yearning for her all day.

I made to leave, feeling embarrassed, but I halted again in horror, when she called a name that I was too familiar with. “Oh.. Dylan! More! More!” At first, I found it hard to believe, it couldn't possibly be the same Dylan. My best friend would never do that to me, she is like my sister.. and Dylan? He loves me way too much to cheat on me, he would never do that to me. “Fuck..” I heard him groan, my soul almost left my body. That is his voice! Is this a dream? I burst into the room, and behold, there he was, my boyfriend, making love to my best friend.

Maybe if I lied. "Hate to break it to you, Angel," My lips twitch in a smirk. "But I am seeing someone .She's prettier than you and is the love of my life. "Just saying that made me want to barf. Such dialogues made me sick at how cheesy they sounded. So ridiculous. "Oh, yeah?" She scoffed. "Who is this mythical girlfriend of yours? If she does exist." "She's not mythical, she's real," About as real as a unicorn shooting rainbows through its butthole.

My heart is racing. “Emma, I’ve liked you since the moment I saw you, and I want you to be my girlfriend. Please, say yes.” I can’t believe this is happening to me. “Adam Smith, I’d love to be your girlfriend,” I say, bending down to hug him. We look into each other’s eyes, full of love. The sunlight makes his skin glow, and in that moment, I realize I’ve never seen anyone more handsome. This is my dream come true—my reality. I have a man who loves me for who I am, and thankfully, he’s not interested in my sister.