Perfect Girlfriend Novels & Stories

After those words, she stormed out of his office. Brandon was left dumbfounded. He couldn’t chase his girlfriend, no scratch that, his now ex-girlfriend. After ten years of relationship, it already ended just because he was fucking perfect. He doesn’t know why his girlfriend thought that he was when, in fact, he wasn’t. That was just their thought, what he wanted them to see.

I replied and hugged her closer. She is the most precious being, she's hardworking and such an inspirational person. She deserves everything this world has to offer and I want to go through it all by her side. I adore the living hell out of her. Can't believe I'm lucky enough to call Cuore my girlfriend. She is so perfect in my eyes, from her cute butt to her gorgeous eyes, to that smile, the way her hand fits in mine, the way we cuddle, her crazy self... uh fuck just everything about her. I'm legit so crazy over her!

My gaze wanders to the sky as the justice of the peace performs the ceremony. “Now is the time for the votes. I stand in front of her and look into her teary eyes. Cecilia takes a little puppy breath so as not to spill them before speaking. — I've always been the type of girl who dreamed of Prince Charming, of perfect love, free of drama, of a happy family. And you definitely didn't fit into any of that. ’ Everyone laughs, and I crack a smile, because it’s true. — It was when I met you that I discovered that love doesn't have to be perfect, it doesn't have to be one hundred percent correct. You are the perfect person for me, Thomas. Even though you were angry, stubborn, bossy, and stubborn,

“You know what I mean! You’re hogging the firefighter fantasy like it’s your birthright. Some of us came to America for fun, Carolina. Not to play house with some guy who rescues kittens.” My stomach turned. “You didn’t come here for my boyfriend either.” “Oh please.” She rolled her eyes, pacing in front of the couch. “You’ve known him, what, a month? Not even? Guys like that, macho, quiet, emotionally constipated, they get bored fast. You’re way too clingy for someone like him. I’m just saying, if you don’t play it cool, he’ll…” “He’ll what?” My voice came out sharper than I meant. “Run into your arms because you batted your eyelashes?”

She is the exact opposite of Amari. “So, you are filthy rich?” she asks when she finally recollects herself. I nod. “I have never had a rich person in my apartment. I never even spoke to one!” she beams. I am relieved that she is not mad at me for deceiving her. “You are best friends with one. Can you please help me get my wife back?” I urge. She does not seem the least worried about Amari while I am freaking out. She looks at me like I am crazy. “Get your wife back? You did not lose Amari. I don’t think you can.”

She whined. “Wrong, you’re bonded to me. I’m your mate.” I corrected her. She scoffed, “you think I don’t notice the way that you look at Tiffany?” I gulped, was I that obvious? She continued, “I’m not the only one who’s only in this relationship half-heartedly.” She was right, but there was nothing we could do. They were happy together; they had a child together. I’d be a bastard to want to tear that apart.

"Fufu, you idiot, why would I joke about that? I love you very much, you have always been with me and I see in your eyes that you are not indifferent either, don't you want to try?" "... I... I don't know... I've never dated anyone before. I don't know what couples... Can you let me talk to myself and give you a reply later?" "You're so funny, we don't have to like each other to date. It's a first impression, but I know it will last forever." Just look at my sexy dressing gown and agree, you're 16 now, use your hormones! "I... okay?... But I really don't know how to be a good lover."

Not all women can handle that kind of haircut She's only wearing a black spaghetti strap blouse and black pants partnered with combat boots but her aura speaks of elegance. Looking at her alone I can sense that she came from a well off family. It's too late before I realized that I'm starting to compare myself to her. The romantic excitement that I'm feeling for Travis a while ago slowly vanished. It was replaced by self-doubt and insecurities He would never see me as a woman. "She's really pretty'". I commented before putting my eyes back on the TV I gulped the beer straight and I can taste the bitterness of the alcohol. After finishing the can of beer, I quickly got the next can and opened

It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f

At most, she might have become his mistress. Recently, rumors of Seraphina having a boyfriend had spread through the office. One day, Sophia asked her, “Seraphina, what’s your ideal husband like?” After thinking for a moment, Seraphina replied earnestly, “Not too rich, not too handsome. And definitely not a cheater. If I ever marry someone who cheats, I’ll find a thousand ways to make him pay.”