Perfect Girlfriend Novels & Stories

When I walked out of the funeral home, the Perfect Wife app my boyfriend, Ryan Keller, developed popped up with its 99th penalty notification. [Perfect Wife Score: -3. Reason: Too many calls.] I opened the app. Three years' worth of deductions filled the screen. I lost a point for asking him to pick me up from work in the pouring rain. Apparently, that made me too dependent. Three more disappeared after a fight because I refused to admit I was wrong. According to the app, that made me dishonest. Then there were the ten points I lost because I once asked Mom to pretend she was sick for me. Apparently, that meant she had raised me badly. I scrolled through the list without feeling much o

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?

The tenth time my parents flew more than six thousand miles to meet their future son-in-law, Nathaniel Prescott refused to show up. He ignored my calls and never replied to any messages. After God knew how many cups of coffee, I received an update from my best friend, Isla Monroe. Eight photos of snowy scenery surrounded a picture of two intertwined hands. The caption read: “Check-in number ten. He's perfect in every way.” My fingers curled into tight fists. It took twenty-seven calls before Nathaniel finally answered. “Where are you?” Howling wind rushed through the phone, followed by his distracted voice. “Out. What’s up?” “What’s up? This is the tenth time! My parents flew all

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.

"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 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.