Perfect Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I collapsed onto my bed and started scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself from the strange feeling in my chest. Suddenly, a post from one of Preston's buddies caught my eye. The caption read, "Congrats to Preston for getting into Murlowton U! First-choice admission secured!" The photo was the usual—Preston sitting in the middle of the group, looking every bit the star of the show. The only thing that changed was the person beside him. It used to be me, but now, it was Nicole. She was sitting there with her head lowered shyly. I didn't feel anything. It was like a shattered mirror—once it was broken, you could only throw it away. There was no way to piece it back together.

Her fingers danced lightly over the keys, playing a lively piece. Hearing our footsteps, she looked up, surprise coloring her expression. "Randy?" I blinked. She said it so affectionately. Vivian Seiger was no longer the mischievous little girl from my memories. She had grown into a graceful young woman, her features carrying a touch of maturity and elegance.

She breathed out. Her life felt so perfect it scared her so much. She had the husband of her dreams. He did everything right, and almost always said the right thing. It was as if she was some in some kind of fairytale dream and soon enough she’d wake up then it would all be gone. She fixed her hair and sat down as he showered. *** In Suncity, Love scrolled on her f******k lying on her bed. She paused coming across a post by some motivational speaker.

"Between you and me, I want to knock his socks off. I want him to look at me standing at the end of that aisle and forget about everything else. Just for a moment. You know?" I looked at her — really looked at her. She was young, wealthy, and seemingly had the world at her feet. Yet, here she was, asking for validation from a stranger, desperate to secure the love of a man who was tragically in love with someone else. The irony tasted like ash in my mouth. "I'm sure Adam already thinks you're perfect," I said softly, trying to ignore the way my heart ached at the lie. "It’s not enough!" She laughed, throwing her head back. "I want perfection. Please, Alice? Say you’ll come. It’ll be fun. We

The marriage had been her idea from the beginning. She had seen him that day on the farm and fallen head over heels in love. Of course, he had only accepted because of her wealth—nothing more. Just like Leah in the Bible, she had been rejected for Rachel. Her sacrifices had meant nothing to him… or to any of them. "But why, Alfred? Was I never enough?" she asked, handing him the folder, a weak smile of defeat plastered on her face. "You were never enough… at least not for someone like me, All you’ve ever been is a spare part for us all—nothing more," he said.

Victor (Laughs) out loud, drawing everyone's attention to him. The guys all noticed he wasn't focused or on himself. Because Victor always gives his best even when it may be difficult for him. But each day, he went home and hardly hung out with the guys since they had been back in South Korea. In his bed, he thought of Dynasty, 'she's seriously everything he wants in a girlfriend. ' The more he feels about her personality, the more he falls in love with and wants her. Her spontaneous, not overly prissy, but feminine ways are a complete turn-on.

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

One more chapter to go. Dear Reader, As I turn the final page of Perfect Love, I want to express how much your journey alongside these characters has meant to me. This story was about exploring the idea of love in its purest form, amidst the imperfections of life. I hope it inspired you to believe in the beauty of love, even when it’s not perfect. Writing this book allowed me to delve into the intricacies of human emotions, and I’m grateful for every moment you spent with these characters.

"Why did it have to be him, of all people? I don't even know why I'm here! Drinking away my sorrows just to forget about him. It's not as if he's that handsome. I mean, Jade has such a nasty temper, and I hate what he does sometimes. Do I even deserve this?!" "It's always like that, bestie. Sometimes, we don't get what we want from life. See, most of us aren't perfect my dear. We just have to make the best out of people even if we think their wrong for us, sometimes. Make Jade a perfect gentle man, Fire. I notice his best whenever he's with you. Have you seen the spark in his eyes, recently? That's the charm you've given to him. I've also noticed the same joy in you of resent. I don't know i

“He says, and my jaw drops as I can't believe my ears. He suddenly looks up at me, and I blink away the tears sneaking towards my eyelids. “I… Don't know why you got lenses to cover your beautiful brown eyes, or why you chose to dye your hair… But I just want you to know that you were perfect just the way you were. I'm… Not saying you're not pretty now… I'm just saying… I like you even without all these changes. I'm just saying… Either way, you're still perfect. “He says, and he then looks into my eyes. Our gaze lock and a bomb of butterflies explodes in my system. “I guess… What I'm trying to say is… I… I really like you, Elizabeth and… And I'd love for you to… To be my girlfriend. If… If y