Perfect Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Like she's a stranger to him and not the fiance he had for years. “The one and only, miss perfection herself.” I smile, swallowing down every bit of jealousy the thoughts of him and her alone all those times trigger me. “You know, you two would have made such a lovely couple, youre annoyingly perfect is absolutely perfect, aside from that mistake she made. My sister has trained herself to be your suitable lover since six years ago. She's a perfectionist and—” “You think I'm perfect?” he coos, his eyes softening with his words.

“—you know.” “We’re figuring it out.” Wrong answer because her eyes lit up like I’d just given her exactly what she wanted. “That’s so exciting though. How did it even happen? One minute you’re his assistant, next you’re his girlfriend—it’s very Pretty Woman.” “It wasn’t like that.” “I’m not judging.” But her tone said otherwise. “I think it’s romantic actually. So what’s he like? Is he intense? He looks intense.” I set my coffee down harder than necessary. “

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.

“Well, let’s get one thing straight, my Jayden is the best lover any woman would ever ask for, Don’t get it twisted.” I didn’t even feel surprised about what she said, it was so expected of my Win-rose. “Every woman to her own preference, there is no way for us to find out if your Jayden is better than my Ken, except you want us to do a partner swap,” I suggested. “No, way, I don’t share what’s mine, not even with my best friend,” “I don’t share either,”

“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.

She had seen the blueprint of our hearts, and she was now the architect. “So, here is our new understanding,” she said, her voice dropping into a confidential, venomous register. “You will continue to be my devoted public partner. The perfect boyfriend. The charming facade at charity galas and on the society pages. In return, I won’t make a single call.” Another step. The familiar, oppressive scent of her perfume—jasmine and cold stone—wrapped around me. Her eyes were pitiless.

Elena's heels glinted in the light, as Maria placed them on the floor in front of Elena. With a gentle movement, Elena lowered her feet into the heels, her toes sliding into the sleek interior. She stood tall, her leg extended as the heel seemed to mould itself to her leg, its glass surface glinting as she moved. Maria's hands went up and down, then came to rest to her sides, her eyes cast downwards as she bowed her head. "You look breathtaking."Maria's lips barely parted, her voice a soft sigh that seemed to dissolve in the air. Elena's gaze met Maria's, a soft smile playing on her lips."Thank you, Maria. You've outdone yourself."

He mirrored my actions and we had a mini stare down for a few seconds. "Maybe I haven't found the right one." I laughed in his face, "There's no such thing as the right one." He seemed taken aback by my amusement, "There is. Why would you say that?" "There's no perfect person out there. You just have to find a pretty good person and deal with their flaws for the rest of your life." I stated. "No one said anything about perfection. I'm saying, the right person wouldn't have you questioning your feelings even when they mess up." His statement left me thinking deep.

Thanks, T. Tris perched her mid-forty-but-looks-like-thirty-something body two stools from me and beams at us. “Is this finally happening?” she asks, wiggling her brows. “Are you two finally realize you are made for each other? Because if that wasn’t a lovers’ quarrel, I don’t know what that was.” She sighs dreamily. “You know, I always thought that you both will end up together. Look at how perfect you are! A broody mug and an angel. I couldn’t find any better match than the two of you.”

She asked with an evil grin. I could kill her if I could. Although she was really pretty and had the perfect body, perfect smile and a perfect dress. She was wearing a skin-tight short white dress. Every guy needs someone like her as their girlfriend. I bet she was popular cause when she gave him a peck I saw a few heads turn and they looked disappointed. "She is my friend! " He replied politely. I am? Wow! I felt happy. I just replied with a small smile.