The Perfect Girlfriend 2015 Novels & Stories

After stealing my boyfriend again, Bianca flaunted the hickeys on her neck and the expensive watch right in my face. "This watch looks so much better on me." Bianca held up her wrist. The Patek Philippe glittered in the sunlight streaming into the Columbia University library. The pen in my hand nearly snapped. That was the limited-edition watch Nico gave me last month. "Bianca, you—" "Oh, right. This was yours." She cut me off, her smile a mix of fake innocence and pure smugness. "But Nico agrees. He said it just... fits my vibe better. He texted me last night. Said he's never met a girl with taste like mine."

“She’s a wonderful girl.” “What, you into her too?” Alan asked, and Brian started to tense up. Mayoko gently placed her hand on his shoulder. “I honestly admire her,” Frankie said, standing up to face Alan. This was about to escalate—we’d get kicked out of the theater if it did. “Attention!” I stood up on the couch. “Who here thinks my girlfriend looks good in those photos?” Almost every guy raised his hand. Some even forgot they came with their girlfriends—I started to feel sorry for them.

Allisya approached Aris carefully until the guy realized her presence. "Are you Allisya?" asked Aris, with a tone full of longing. Andre had told him the truth: that the woman who came last time had tried to manipulate him. It was very bad and needed to be avoided. Allisya was surprised when Aris already recognized her. Had Aris's memory returned? Allisya nodded. "Yes, I'm Allisya. Aris's girlfriend and future wife. Why?" Allisya wanted to know why Aris could remember her so quickly.

Before I could stop myself, I tapped the message. It opened to a group chat filled with Fred Thompson's usual circle of friends. My hands shook as I scrolled up. [Everyone else is out. There are just Hannah and Ayla left. One's your official girlfriend, while the other's your new favorite secretary. Final round, man.] [I'm betting on Hannah. She's been with you five years; she's sweet, obedient, and yeah, she's got a great body. Perfect wife material.]

We have already found our perfect girls. Lee mock claps. “Sounds like you boys don’t want a girlfriend. You want a sexy, semi-mute ninja, half-angel, part-demon, gourmet-chef with unlimited energy, no exes, no opinions, and no menstrual cycle … that looks like a p**n star, acts like a saint, and will psycho therapy your sad ass using sex and beer until you feel on top of the world.” “Now that there … THAT’s the perfect girl,” Logan stutters, waving a clumsy finger. We all nod our heads in unison.

In the end, I went down and asked her to follow me to a nearby cafe. "Go back. Stop wasting your effort. It won't change anything." She didn't speak. She simply pushed the lunchbox in front of me and stared stubbornly. I ignored it and suddenly brought up that couple from the lawn wedding. "Do you remember that lawn wedding we once saw?" At that wedding, the groom had been disfigured saving the bride. She stayed with him and insisted on marrying him. Jenna froze for a moment. She nodded eagerly. "I remember! Their love was beautiful. They were so happy. I always imagined we'd be like that, too. This is the first time you've spoken to me in so long. Does that mean…"

"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!"

I knew this guy would kill me right away if I said one more word. The woman with the red lipstick smiled stiffly. “So... This girl is really your girlfriend, Prince?” “Do you doubt what I’m saying?” “N-no, Prince. it is not like that.” Both her hands clenched firmly. Her lower jaw appears to harden. She looked at me with a hateful stare. It’s like saying she wanted to tear me apart that second. ‘I’m really unlucky.’ “This is your room, Prince. If you need anything, you can call me.”

After those words, she stormed out of his office. Brandon was left dumbfounded. He couldn’t chase his girlfriend, no scratch that, his now ex-girlfriend. After ten years of relationship, it already ended just because he was fucking perfect. He doesn’t know why his girlfriend thought that he was when, in fact, he wasn’t. That was just their thought, what he wanted them to see.

Freya said with open arms, her eyes twinkling as she approached. When Adrian saw this, he pulled his daughter back and scolded, “Sorry, Freya. This guy has a girlfriend. Find Mr. Perfect elsewhere.” “Yeah, he’s whipped. His girlfriend has him wrapped around her finger,” Anthony added, pulling Freya back. “Wrapped?” Taylor’s face reddened. “No, no. I’d say we are strategically coiled for maximum efficiency.” Anthony laughed. He turned to Renee, saying, “What did I say? Funny kid. So, Taylor, how is your girlfriend? Remember the one you said you’d fight a grizzly bear for?”