Perfect Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Her sandy hair fell in lazy waves across her shoulder, and her green eyes flicked up, scanning me like she was reading every thought I wasn’t speaking out loud. “So,” she said, her tone light but sharp, “Mr. Perfect dumps you because you don’t fit his ‘ideal’? Classic.” I sighed into my coffee. “Can we not call him Mr. Perfect? It’s starting to feel ironic.” She tossed her phone onto the nightstand with a soft thud. “Fine. Mr. Shallow. Mr. Emotionally Unavailable. Mr. Needs Therapy. Better?” I let out a snort, the smallest flicker of amusement breaking through my exhaustion. “Accurate.”

“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,”

British Hottie: Don't got anything planned. Me: wanna meet up? British Hottie: hell yes. I just hope your crazy boyfriend doesn't behead me. Me: He's not my boyfriend. British Hottie: well, in that case, can I be your boyfriend? My heart skipped several beats. Me: We'll see how that goes. Lets not rush this. British Hottie: Sure sweetheart. A text message from EJ popped up on the status bar. Pulling down the bar, I read it silently to myself.

Robot’s POV: I open my eyes and I realize that I’m lying down here in this box. I lift up my upper body and see a girl. I read her information using my programmed mind. Kim Mukgu –YOUR GIRLFRIEND. I smile at what I’ve read. So, she’s my girlfriend then. I get off from this box and hug her from the back. “Hello my girlfriend! Nice to meet you! Want to make love with me?” No one’s POV:

“You’re perfect. A fantasy comes true.” Her chest, neck, and cheeks flushed red from her husband’s compliment. “Way way better in real. So fucking perfect.” Given his sexual nature, it took everything for Tripp not to get up and grab his wife, throw her to his bed, and take her however he pleased.

Squealing with glee, the obnoxious fangirls then said, “To think that you have Mr. Perfect as a boyfriend! How lucky!” “Right? You two are a match made in heaven!” As expected, all their praises only made Callie cockier and cockier…

“I won’t say I am the perfect man, but I promise to strive to be your ideal partner—the perfect husband and father. I will accept everything you will ask me to do.” “Victoria, you are so perfect. Your touch makes everything shine in my life. I know you have given me three months; still, I am here before you because I know I won’t be able to leave you even after three months.” “I am not so kind as you. I am a selfish, arrogant, jealous arshole, who only wants you. So, with my every flaw and tries, will you, Victoria Edwards, accept a looser like me in your bright life?”

“Well, he’s been the topic of our discussions since the wedding. And everyone keeps asking me why I rejected him at the altar. So I thought that maybe I should start asking others instead, starting with you, my best friend. What do you think? Is he as perfect as everyone makes him look?” For a moment, just a moment, something unreadable passed across her face. But she was quick to cover it up. She rolled her eyes and let out a little laugh. “Perfect? You know no man is perfect. Darren is… Darren. Good-looking, charming, sure, and I think you two are a perfect match.” “So you don’t like him?” I tilted my head, studying her. Her laugh was louder this time, tinged with mock offense as she swa

she said softly, the nickname coming out in a way that always disarmed me, "I know you have past stuff. And I know that when your body decides to be scared, it turns into a whole committee trying to gather evidence. But… you and Christian? You're basically the perfect couple." I made a face. "Perfect couple" was the kind of phrase I hated. It sounded like marketing. Like a pretty lie. "There's no such thing as a perfect couple," I muttered. "There is," Annie insisted, pointing at me with her spoon like she was closing a case in court. "It's when you can see from the outside that two people choose each other every single day." She held my gaze. "And that's you two." My chest tightened in a wa

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.