My Dream Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Drake beamed looking at me and I couldn't help but smile. "My girlfriend deserves all the good things in life..." He added and I could feel my heart was exploding.Did he just say girlfriend? Did he just say girlfriend?My Inner goddess popped her head from her bathroom door.He should fucking get rid of those glasses and the cap.My subconscious mind rolled her eyes.

she murmured to my lips, her breath and groin warmer than usual. A good sign. No worrying hormonal changes yet, either. Our reproductive health wasn't absolutely in the crapper yet. "Who was in your dream?" "People you shouldn't meet." "Intriguing," she whispered with a smirk. "Go on." "The Falcos." "Okay. Was your sister in the dream, too?" "No. But her boyfriend was," I muttered while gripping my wife's curvy hips, her lacy underwear rubbing against my crotch, warming me up and tempting me to put her on her back again.

The intimidating aura make her nervous. "Don't tell me you are head over to heels for me. Well I'm beautiful so it's not that hard to fall for me. But you know I'm too young for a relationship . I'm JUST 24 so sorry not sorry but you are trying wrong number. But it's not completely wrong means I can help you to find new girlfriend. Wait what about lilly" she started blabbering again and let the sentence hang when he still didn't reply. Not even a twitch in his expression so she continued.

Anyone would kill to be my girlfriend and now here she is acting like I'd just sentenced her to some inhumane cruelty. “What did you just say?” she questioned when she was done gazing at me like I had grown a second head or Maybe sprouted out a horn right at the center of my head. “I said, Be my girlfriend. I want you to be My Girlfriend” I explained calmly while not in anyway paying attention to her facial expression that should have been enough to stop me from repeating what I said initially. I'm not someone who ever gets No as a reply so I really didn't know when to stop.

"Because I have dreamt years ago, I was here with someone. She's a girl, but I can't see her face very clearly. I was happy with her. I felt contented and happy with her. We're both happy and we loved each other so much. Our love with each other can't be broken. I thought it was my ex-girlfriend Ella, so I brought her in this place because I believed she was that woman. I've said earlier, maybe she's the reason why this place is special for me, but I realized it wasn't probably her, right? She didn't love me. She loved someone else. She hurt and broke my heart years ago. To be honest with you, I can't feel the happiness and contentment when I was with her. Maybe she's not that woman. Maybe t

“That’s the only thing you will get. Go.” “Wrong.” Pressing a finger to my lips, his voice lowers. “Only thing I’ll get until you become my girlfriend.” He winks and I shudder. I’ll be his girlfriend in his dreams. “Just think about it.” Hell no. But my lips stretch in a smile. “Okay.”

She didn't want to admit it to Ashley's face because she didn't want the fuss girl to make her regret her decision and despair her faith. She had no clue how she grew this outrageous feeling towards a stonehearted man like Maxwell King. And her dummy friend was making it sound as if Emma was dating her boss who happens to be her crush. Ashley sighed helplessly and laid beside her with her arms tight around her girlfriend. Their relationship could be easily misunderstood because of how they carry on with each other.

Liam yelled, his voice pained, while still cradling his face. "How dare you kiss my forehead? Who do you think you are?" I shouted, my voice echoing with anger, unable to contain my emotions any longer. "What are you talking about? Can't I kiss my girlfriend's forehead?" he scoffed, causing me to stare at him in disbelief. "Girlfriend..." I scoffed, turning to face him, my expression marked with a deep frown. "I'm not your girlfriend, okay? I admit we might share the same name and face," I paused, realizing how absurd my words sounded. He raised an eyebrow, urging me to continue. I sighed.

"You're joking, right?" I ask him skeptically. He gently shook his head. "I'm not. The way you described the woman, that's exactly how we imagine her." I took a deep breath in and roamed my eyes across the diner. This conversation had taken an unexpected turn and I didn't know how to deal with it. How does anyone deal if they come to know that the person repeatedly appearing in their dreams is in fact, some sort of goddess?! "That's why you wanted to work on our relationship?" The word relationship left a weird taste in my mouth. I couldn't believe the boy sitting in front of me was my boyfriend.

I’m hallucinating again, aren’t I? She looks just like I remember, that gorgeous smile, her full lips, those blonde locs framing her perfect face. And those damn green eyes, haunting me like a ghost I can’t shake. I saw her earlier in the cafeteria… the real her, and had to get the hell out of there before I lost my shit and did something stupid, like grab her and confess how much I’ve missed her. But right now, Dream Aria is standing here, looking all too real. “Girlfriend,” I slur, waving my whiskey bottle like I just won a damn award.