The Perfect Girlfriend 2015 Novels & Stories

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

“Stop it already! I’ve lived this long and I’ve never met a man this perfect.” “Is the girl sitting across from him his girlfriend or his wife? Did she save the world in her past life to end up with a guy like that?” “How would I know? But that girl’s no joke, either. She's got a great body, flawless skin, and that cool, elegant vibe. She’s gorgeous!” “They’re the definition of a power couple. People like us don’t stand a chance.”

“Welcome! What can I get for you today?” I didn’t look up. My hands were buried in lavender stems, trimming them carefully and breathing in the calming scent. I was too lost in my thoughts to care about the woman’s overly chatty tone until her next words dropped like a stone in my chest. “Oh my God! Look at this!” she said with a laugh, waving something. “Isn’t this Kian Xavier and his girlfriend? Diane Glams? Aren’t they just perfect together?” My heart stopped. I looked up slowly, almost against my will.

So far. At Camp Unplugged, that isn’t the only scoop on the counselor. Rumor has it that, when Ms. Perfect was in her 20s, she was in love with a guy and tried to elope with him. Her mother, Mrs. Blanca, found out and ended the relationship by filing a restraining order on the guy. Ms. Perfect has remained single ever since.

”Sorry It took a while before I could convince my boyfriend I needed to leave for something important," she said and I couldn't help but smile. He really doesn't like her leaving his side. Does he? His little treasure. ”How's Felix doing?" I asked. “Can we please not talk about him?" She said, her face filled with guilt. “What's wrong in asking about your boyfriend's well-being, huh?" I asked feigning ignorance and she stared at me like I was some sort of killer. “He is your best friend!" She said, perhaps wanting me to share in her guilt also. Yes you heard that right the pretty lady is not just any lady. Her name is Hela, a 19 years old media personal and she is the girlfriend to my best f

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne

[So, she's the one who sacrificed her own legs to save her boyfriend during the earthquake! [She's so beautiful. Loyal and gorgeous... She's the kind of woman men should marry!] [Why's her husband acting so weird? It's like he doesn't even want to get close to her.] Claire gently ran her hand over my arm. Although I pretended to stay calm, every touch made my stomach churn, especially when I saw those hands resting on the blanket. I quickly looked away. Just a few days ago, those same hands had jabbed silver needles into my body.

I stared at him, my eyes widening despite my best efforts to show indifference. Moments later, Rosy Cook steps out from the other side of the Aston in a scarlet gown that clings to her figure fitted. She curves her lips into a satisfied smile as she locks her arm with Marino's, flaunting their bond together. I could hear people in the crowd commenting on them, "What a couple! Wow, They're so perfect together—such a perfect pair!" My stomach turns, and a bitter taste arises in my throat. "A traitorous man and his mistress," I think bitterly. "A match made in hell, more fitting." These words echo in my mind as I glared at the duo.

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."

I swallowed my saliva, “Uh, there is this fellow worker of mine who is having the same situation in this drama. Although I am not sure whether her boyfriend is cheating behind her or in the process.” Daniel glanced at the tv, cooly raising his brows. “Girl’s intuitions are said to be highly truth. What did your fellow worker say to you?” “Well, she saw her boyfriend with his girl best friend alone in his house.” Propping his chin with the same expression on his face, he answered unhurriedly. “In a couple, there should be trust, and love. If there’s only love but no built trust, love will surely disappear. If your fellow worker felt that there’s something wrong, then there must be something o