Perfect Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“Don’t you dare call her that.” Her eyes lit up at my reaction as though she had just won a prize. “So it’s true. You’re in love with that bitch!” She barked, moving her head to study me like I was some pathetic insect she could crush whenever she pleased. “How stupid of you, Kade. The perfect woman is standing right here in front of you, but you waste your time with nobody.” “Perfect woman?” I spat the words, moving away from the table as my voice thundered through, raw and unfiltered.

Even just looking at the wheelchair alone managed to make his heart ache. Sean took a photo figure on the nightstand. It's a photo of Angel. Sean's fingers touched the photo slowly. His girlfriend is the most beautiful, kind, and sincere woman. There will never be a woman as perfect as Angel anywhere. After that Sean brought the photo to his chest as he lay down on the bed. That night Sean fell asleep with a photo of Angel in his arms. ---

she sighed “So what?” I asked. “Perfect.” “Perfect?” I asked, shocked by such words, “That's absurd, I'm anything but perfect. You…you are the definition of perfection…I…I can't even measure…” Elara laughed, “It's funny hearing that from you. I only live that way because I want something for myself that makes me special too.” She ended with a smile. “Trust me, you are special. I always look up to you in many ways.” Truthfully, did.

Even though she has done nothing but treat me like I was her sibling and treat me like I was her best friend, I knew very well that she was capable of things I know nothing of. I say this because of her late husband. It was all strange, really. Peyton has always been a cold person, she’s the kind of person who hates being around people. She keeps to herself mostly and only comes down for dinner before she disappears. She's the first to wake up when they have to go to work and the last to arrive home. Yet someday, she came home and announced that she was getting married. She had said it with the most emotionless tone and blank face that anyone could ever have to relay such joyous news.

But I kept quiet, it was Sara’s decision, not mine plus it’s Alex we are talking about. “I found her,” Alex whispered. He didn’t meet mine or Sara’s eyes while speaking the words. Even though I had my assumptions about who this her is, I still dared to ask and decided to confirm it myself. “Her as in?” Alex’s eyes met mine in an instant at the question before he spoke, “There is only one woman for whom I have been waiting for so long, Lucas. I found my mate yesterday night.” “And you decided to fuck her without even knowing her, not asking her to be your girlfriend, not making your first time together special, you just fucked her. Are you out of your mind? What pack is she from?” Sara asked

All eyes were on them. “That’s Chloe Grey,” Colleen said. “They’re considered the perfect pair. She’s talented, beautiful, rich, smart… every guy’s dream.” She paused, then scoffed. “And a total bitch. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like her already.” I raised an eyebrow. “She’s basically Ms. Perfect,” Colleen continued, stabbing her food. “The only girl who can do whatever she wants with him.” Honestly, it all sounded childish. But I couldn’t deny it, they looked good together.

I let out all my frustrations at once, “This is not the life I want.” “You don't have to be a good wife. You're my only wife.” Daley looked at me calmly. “So you don't like Robert's wife?” “Yes, I hate her. She is a hypocritical woman.” “Me, too,” Daley said. “But her husband is my future partner, and it's best not to say you hate her in public.” “I know.” “See, how fast you learn.” “Daley, I don't like this life,” I sighed.

The way Jack treats Zara, as the object of all his dedication and affection. There are two more couples whom I see less often but whom I love just as much. The newest of the couples is Anna's brother, Jason, and his English girlfriend, Phillipa. And Jack's brother, Neil, and his English girlfriend, Rosie, a friend of Phillipa's. Being around all these happy couples who have lots of sex, maybe it was affecting me and making me start to think about finding the right guy. Not that I was really looking, I had just decided not to date any more jerks or players after everything I had been through.

A heavenly scent of strawberries and Victoria sponge wafts up my nose. 'Mate!' My wolf screams in joy, "it's our mate." I can't help the smile that takes over my once gloomy face, "mate." I whisper. "Mate." She agrees. Long Ariel red air, emerald green eyes and soft pink lips, a short, perfect hour glass figure, and pale pink skin, matching her features perfectly. Ok.. A pregnant human girlfriend. Alpha to be. Mate. How did my life get to this?

he asked, curiously. “I don't like anything about you. You are just my enemy,” she answered. He rolled his eyes and made an irritated face. “What is your ideal type of man?” he asked again. “I want a caring, romantic, understanding, patience, kind, responsible....” He cut her and said, “I’m sorry to upset you, but those men only exist in fantasies.” “I know I won't find a perfect man, but at least, he appreciates me as his other half,” she replied while playing with the sand.