The Perfect Girlfriend 2015 Novels & Stories

I collapsed onto my bed and started scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself from the strange feeling in my chest. Suddenly, a post from one of Preston's buddies caught my eye. The caption read, "Congrats to Preston for getting into Murlowton U! First-choice admission secured!" The photo was the usual—Preston sitting in the middle of the group, looking every bit the star of the show. The only thing that changed was the person beside him. It used to be me, but now, it was Nicole. She was sitting there with her head lowered shyly. I didn't feel anything. It was like a shattered mirror—once it was broken, you could only throw it away. There was no way to piece it back together.

“I’m putting her disgusting face on blast right now. So everyone can be careful. Don’t let this kind of trash seduce your husbands!” On the phone screen, the viewer count was skyrocketing. Comments flew across the screen. OMG, that woman looks so cheap! What is her mom wearing? Looks like it’s from a thrift store. Chloe, call the cops! Don’t let people like that dirty up your spa! The other clients started to gather around. They whispered and pointed. “How pathetic. She’ll do anything to trap a rich man.” “Look at how they’re dressed. There’s no way they can afford $5,000.”

“Why should I support you when you’re being a brat? I want to meet this girl. She sounds like she has the backbone this company needs. Do you have her name?” “No,” Elias growled, sitting back down and straightening his cuffs. “And I don’t want to know it. I hope she’s halfway across the city by now.” “I’ll find her,” his father whispered to himself, a plan already forming. Outside in the waiting area, the silence was shattered by the candidate’s wailing. She ran out of the room, her face a mask of ruined makeup and humiliation. The "elite" girls shifted in their seats, their confident facades beginning to crack.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" The word was so absurd. So adolescent. Girlfriend. As if we were teenagers at a school dance, as if the last decade of trauma and loss and rivers and comas and bombs and betrayals had never happened. Like we were just two people standing in a kitchen at noon with the tea kettle cooling and the afternoon light coming through the window and the most ordinary word in the language hanging in the air between us.

They danced and laughed together, and I felt like a princess, with Max as my prince, by my side. As we strolled through Central Park one afternoon, Max turned to me and said, "I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy. Will you be my girlfriend, go for the second time Emily?"my heart skipped a beat I said I will be your girlfriend for the second time Yes, yes,a million times yes!" I exclaimed, as Max placed a stunning diamond earrings and put them on my ear I was to excited because of the gift I have been getting from max for the passed weeks and am grateful for everything.

A comment immediately popped up on the screen. "No, it was a misunderstanding! When will Hilary finally realize that Wesley has only ever had eyes for her and nobody else?"

“I was. Now I’m not. I have a girlfriend now. She is beautiful and I really like her. A little weak but nothing I can’t work with. I have to go. Get a bus back or something. Bye.” .

she asked, turning the screen to show a sleek, diamond-encrusted white gown with a sheer corset top. “Oh my Goddess,” squealed Ava. “That’s the one! You’d look like royalty, Chloe!” “You already do,” another girl added quickly. “Jason’s going to pass out when he sees you walk down the aisle. You two are perfect together.” Chloe smirked. “He already thinks I’m his queen.” They all giggled. “He’s so hot,” said one. “God, if he ever leaves you, I swear I’d throw myself at him!” “He won’t,” Chloe said coolly. “Why would he settle for less when he has perfection?”

I received a half-naked photo of someone in a bath sent by that rogue, with the caption: "Ms. Sinclair, my chest hurts. Can you help me check it out?" I couldn't help the small smirk tugging at my lips. Sebastian happened to turn his head and caught sight of it. His face darkened. "Who are you talking to that's making you smile like that? Let me see your phone." He was already marching over, ready to interrogate me. But before he could reach me, Roxanne leaned over the railing from the second floor and said playfully, "Mr. Chesson, I'm hungry. Why don't we go out to eat?"

I just let her because I can not even finish it. “Yes, that is the person”. Mariquita confirms her statement. “He looks very attractive”. Andrea says. “With a nice body”. I add. “And luscious lips”. Mariquita completes and we all giggle like a bunch of middle school girls fantasising over a hot male actor.