My Dream Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“Sarah… what are you doing?” She looked up at me with shining eyes, holding my hands tighter. “Lena, I’ve been a coward for too long. But today I want to be brave. I want the whole world to know how I feel about you. Not just in secret. Not just behind closed doors. I want to hold your hand in public. I want to kiss you good morning and good night without worrying who’s watching. You are the kindest, funniest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. You make me laugh even on my worst days. You make me feel safe and loved and seen. I don’t want you to be just my secret anymore. I don’t want you to be just a friend with benefits. I want you to be my girlfriend — my real, proud, open girlfriend.

I responded, thinking he called me. ‎ ‎"No, darling," he said, "I'm not calling you. My girlfriend is Kourtney over here." ‎ ‎Everyone, including myself, froze. "Kourtney and I have been together for a few weeks now, and we're considering taking things to the next level, you know, a man's gotta settle." ‎ ‎I was too stunned to speak. I stood there like a water fountain fixed to a spot, my eyes wide open like I'm in a scary movie. The saliva in my mouth dried up, and I felt like my throat was burning.

He's so naive, it's almost hilarious. My face turned pale instantly. I had been with Jenna Rogers for six years. Everyone in her social circle knew me. They all knew I didn't care about fame or money. My only hope was that Jenna could have a bright future. Once, she promised me she'd give me a grand wedding. I was so happy that I stayed up night after night designing our wedding outfits myself, revising them again and again until I finalized the last version. But a while back, the drafts suddenly disappeared. I tore the place apart looking for them, but I found nothing.

I didn't even know why I was telling a complete stranger. How is he going to see me? A weakling or someone delusional? At this point, I don't give a fuck. "You caught feelings," Drey says simply. "Yeah. I caught feelings for a guy who never asked me out, never kissed me, never did anything except be nice to me. And I built this whole fantasy in my head where he actually wanted me. Where I was special to him." I laugh, but it sounds broken. "Turns out he has a girlfriend. Victoria. My bully is his girlfriend. And I didn't even know."

Her big, beautiful brown eyes stare back at me with a vulnerability that steals my breath. “Will you please be my girlfriend, Dre?” The words hang there, heavy and hopeful. For a heartbeat, there’s silence, only the sound of my pulse thundering in my ears. Then Dre smiles. A small, beautiful curve of her lips that creases the corners of her eyes. “I will.” My mind blanks. I narrow my eyes, certain I misheard her. Did Andrea Waters just say the words, “I will.” Did she just full-on agree to being my girlfriend?

I opened the box and read letter after letter. "Austin, you big dummy! You never text me if I don't text you first. Don't you care about me?" "Every time I look at my notebook, it's filled with your name. I miss you so much, Austin." "I heard you've found yourself a girlfriend. Does she treat you well? Does she love you like I do?" "It's fine. I just hope you'll always be happy, Austin. I want nothing but the best for you."

I could see her and Ethan locked in a passionate kiss by the window. A sharp pang struck my chest. Brenda and I had been together for eight years, and it ended so abruptly. Even though I could see the truth as clear as day and had tried so hard to accept it, it still hurt like hell.

MICHAEL "You aren't even listening!" I jolted back to reality as I heard the high-pitched voice of Alison, my girlfriend of two months. She was sitting in front of me and glaring. "Sorry...what were you saying?" I chuckled nervously. I had the bad habit of zoning out mid-conversation. My friends always made fun of me for it and called me Mr. Daydreamer. "I was telling you about the dinner this Saturday. So you can meet my family, remember?" Alison said. "Don't tell me you forgot!" she gasped.

That wasn't real. I move away from the door before taking a deep breath to calm myself. In the dream, I had come back home to propose to my girlfriend. Except in this dream, I was dating Ana. Saph didn't exist. I told Ana I loved her, wanted to marry her, and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I was whole and undamaged. She was carefree and happy. And most importantly, she said yes. Even the memory of it is heartwarming and soul-soothing, completely unlike my tainted memories of the real proposal.

It was just that, in this dream, the dream ‘Tracy’ had been pleased by him fucking another woman hard. That was one fantasy of his that would have to stay in his dreams, Tracy thought as she dried her face with a towel. She thought about what it would be like, and decided it wouldn't be so bad. It would even be fun to try something that adventurous with him. Maybe she would let it happen one day, but with some bimbo who meant nothing to him, not Jenna. She knew that her position as his girlfriend was not impossible to topple. Encouraging him to have sex with a woman, a girl, who he'd have to see on a semi-regular basis was something she'd have to avoid.