Perfect Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"Your favorite moonstone's been protecting you this whole time. I hope it keeps bringing you good luck." A faint blush crept onto her face. She glanced at him shyly and whispered, "Simon, you'll always stay by my side too…" Surprise flashed in Simon's eyes. It seemed as if he hadn't expected her to say that. "Laila, I've always seen you as a sister. When Zora agreed to donate her kidney, I promised her she'd always be my mate." Laila's eyes reddened. "But Simon, I love you," she whimpered. "And I know you love me too. Why else would you treat me so well? I don't want to be your sister. I want to be your mate!"

He asked, even though he understood her question. "Come on Bret," Annabel muttered, pressing her lips together and nudging his shoulder a little playfully. "What?" Bret asked, turning to gaze properly into her eyes, trying to sound like his usual self even though what he wanted was for her to leave. Annabel gazed back into his eyes and felt that she was asking the wrong question. Bret has no other female friends except for her and Vera. She was closer to Bret than Vera which meant that it was only fair for the both of them to be a couple and Bret seemed to be shy now that they have made love which can only mean that he has feelings for her. She would ask her mum about this though, she though

“Stop it already! I’ve lived this long and I’ve never met a man this perfect.” “Is the girl sitting across from him his girlfriend or his wife? Did she save the world in her past life to end up with a guy like that?” “How would I know? But that girl’s no joke, either. She's got a great body, flawless skin, and that cool, elegant vibe. She’s gorgeous!” “They’re the definition of a power couple. People like us don’t stand a chance.”

I want her to earn this wish, I want her to be like … No. She is fast but not as fast as I am. Just as we reach the ninth floor, I catch her smile, not at all minding the sweat trickling down her neck. She never wants to be this ruffled up, always wanting to be perfect so catching her in this state is rare. I always wish she let go of this perfection, let herself go once in a while, shed this façade that she has adapted for me because she has to be the perfect mate, the perfect partner for me. I don’t agree but she never believes me.

She smiles, and I can't deny her. We make out and tease each other as we get clean. Once we are in bed, we lay next to each other and stare at each other. “We are true mates,” She smiles. “You really are Mr. Perfect.” I can’t help but smile. “You are Miss Perfect. And I know you may not be fully ready. So, if you want to wait, okay, I can just hold you,” She cuts me off with a kiss. Not the normal ones she gives me every day, this one is different. We both moan and I deepen our kiss.

He had never even been that intimate with his real wife. The store assistant next to him took the opportunity to flatter him. "Sir, your girlfriend has one of the most perfect figures I've ever seen. And, if that's not enough, a woman as drop dead gorgeous as her can pull off any kind of dress. She can wear this dress at ordinary times, or she can also wear it on special occasions. If there's ever a perfect dress, this is it." Reaching her limit, Hazel grouched, "Gosh, these sales assistants really have a way with words. They can say just about anything to promote their stuff. She obviously looks like an assistant, not a girlfriend... Hey... Chloe, wait for me..."

I found our mate. Silence. Then chaos. You WHAT? all three shouted through the link at once. I winced, rubbing my temple. Yeah, yeah, calm down. She’s here. And before you ask, yes she’s perfect. Perfect how? Luke demanded. Like strong perfect, or sexy perfect, or “she’s gonna ruin our lives” perfect? I smirked. All of the above. Leo groaned. Oh, Goddess. Who is she? I hesitated for a second, then said, You know the future alpha’s girlfriend?

Especially tonight, as I’m battling with myself about whether I should just admit that I have real, deep feelings for her or keep pretending that all we are is just a fling. “How is it possible you’re so perfect?” she asks. “The only perfect one between us is you, Lucy baby. And I ask myself almost every second of every day how I got so lucky to have someone as perfect as you even give me the time of day.” She playfully bites her lip as she shakes her head. “No, you’re perfect, Callahan Hastings. Everything you do. The night you planned tonight, the way you even recruited Jude and Charlotte’s help. The way you still paid the chef you’ve had for years for an entire summer and then paid me dou

“You know my family. Every day is a damn competition for their approval, and that bad habit follows me everywhere. My last boyfriend was almost my height, and he hated me in heels. He said he didn’t want me to tower over him. So, like the perfect girlfriend, I wore flats everywhere just to get his validation.” “Fragile masculinity,” Julian muttered. I let out a laugh. “Exactly. Look at Tom Holland and Zendaya. They’re perfect together, even though she’s taller.” “I don’t know who those people are.” I smacked his chest lightly. “Right. You’re from the Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman era.” Julian snorted, laughing under his breath. God, I loved this side of him. Be

“Wow Lo. I seriously don’t get how you got that.” “It’s not funny!” I stamped, still trying to put the pieces together. “But wait… who is your girlfriend, then?” I turned to look at Perrin now. I needed answers. No more confusion. “Oh, she’s great. You’d totally love her.” Kira chimed. Her sincerity was sweet. “Does she have a name?” I tapped my foot in annoyance, crossing my arms. Perrin’s face beamed in a smile. “Jasmine.” My face drained of color, arms dropping to my sides. Fuck.