Are you looking for some amazing stories to tell your girlfriend?
These interesting stories to tell a girl are exactly the thing that will make her smile.
There are some funny stories to tell your girlfriend that will make her laugh, but some of them are simply romantic.
Whichever one you choose, I’m sure that she’ll love it.
The truth is, most girls are hopeless romantics, and they love getting to hear about soulmates who got to live happily ever after.
That is why these sweet stories to tell your girlfriend are a great idea that will make her realize she’ll get to live happily ever after too.
How wouldn’t she when she has such an amazing boyfriend who is willing to look for stories to tell a girl?
You can find a lot of stories to read to your girlfriend, but we have chosen the best of the best for you.
Just imagine a lazy Sunday afternoon when it’s raining outside, and the two of you are cuddled up under a warm blanket. It’s the perfect time for cute stories to tell your girlfriend.
It will take her back to the time when she was just a little girl who enjoyed all the love stories she got to hear.
Only this time, she’ll hear the voice of her loving boyfriend, and she’ll know that her Prince Charming has finally found her.
Stories to tell your girlfriend are a great way for the two of you to grow closer together and connect on a deeper level.
She’ll enjoy the sound of your voice as you tell her about love stories that are as great as yours is.
It’s not a secret that girls simply adore love stories, so these stories to tell your girlfriend are perfect for any occasion.
However, sweet stories to tell your girlfriend are especially perfect before bedtime, when she’ll get to fall asleep listening to the sound of your voice.
Does she believe in true love? Well, after she hears you read some of these stories, she surely will.
After you’re done reading to her with cute stories to tell your girlfriend, make sure to tell her your love story is going to be even greater.
Who knows, one day you may even end up telling your children a story about your love.
For now, keep her interested by using these stories to tell your girlfriend.
After you have read these interesting stories, be sure to check out the short bedtime stories for your girlfriend as well.
Here are the best stories to read to your girlfriend.
1. A well-deserved prom night
Alex and his grandmother always had a unique bond with each other.
He would spend hours with her, listening to his grandmother’s stories of a lifetime.
She once told him that she had met his grandfather a long time after graduating from high school.
This was also the reason why she was never asked out to go to prom.
When the day of Alex’s prom had arrived, his grandmother was so excited for him.
She had watched him save money for months so that he could afford a tuxedo and even a limousine.
His grandmother eagerly waited to find out who Alex would be taking to the prom.
But to her great surprise, he told her that he would be taking her to prom.
He told her that every woman deserves to go to prom, no matter if they are 18 or 80.
2. Can’t Stop Loving You
A guy meets a girl. They date for a year, and for some reason, the guy breaks-up with her. One fine day, they bump into each other on the street.
Guy: Hi, you look prettier than before.
Girl: Many people think I’m beautiful.
Guy: Yes, I know that. You’re pretty, very kind, and wonderful. Who’s the lucky guy?
Girl: I’m single.
Guy: Why? Don’t you want to be in a relationship?
Girl: Yes, I want to.
Guy: So, what’s the problem? Don’t tell me no one loves you?
Girl: A few guys do.
Guy: Are they bad?
Girl: No, they are fine. Very sweet.
Guy: Then what’s the problem?
Girl: It’s you. I can’t stop loving you.
3. I can’t believe you’re mine
It was glorious, colorful autumn.
We’d just left the coffee shop. When we walked by, she had giggled and pulled me inside, saying, “C’mon, let’s be basic white girls and get some pumpkin spice!”
I don’t like coffee. I never had. But when she handed me my cup and looked into my eyes while I tried it, it was the best thing I’d ever tasted.
My hand still tingled where she grabbed it.
As we walked through the park with our drinks, a light drizzle began to fall.
She pulled out an umbrella from her bag, I pulled up my hood and hunched my shoulders.
“Don’t be silly,” she giggled, pulling me under the umbrella with her. I couldn’t help but laugh too, her laugh is infectious.
As the sun started to shine again, she pulled me down to sit on a bench. She beamed down at me, and I could only gaze back adoringly.
“So, Ava…” She began. I knew this tone of voice, it’s dangerous.
“Who do you like?” She whispered, and I looked away.
I wanted to say, ‘you, you, a thousand times you. You’re the only one I can ever think about. You’re gorgeous and sweet and funny and…’
Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my cup.
She looked at me with a cautious smile. “If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?”
“Okay”, I said.
“The person I like… …is you.”
I drop my drink.
“I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, though. I know you’re not interested in me but I-“
I put my hand over her mouth.
She looks at me in surprise.
I take a deep breath.
My voice catches in my throat.
She removes my hand from her mouth, leans in a tiny bit closer.
“What is it?” She asks, looking concerned.
Because I can’t seem to form the words, I tell her how I feel the only way I can.
Before I can lose my courage, I lean forward, pressing my lips on hers. After her momentary shock fades, she kisses me back; as her lips move against mine, it’s like there’s a fire in my veins.
Her hands gently cup my face as mine timidly grab her by the waist.
I think, “I can’ t believe this is happening.”
We finally break apart when we’re both completely breathless. She tilts her head, so our foreheads are touching.
“Wow.” She whispers.
I nod in reply.
“Ava – so, does this mean…” She stammers.
This is the first time I’ve ever seen Nancy at a loss for words. I feel a bit proud of myself.
Finally getting courage, I grab her hands, pulling her to her feet.
“Nancy,” I say.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
She squeals, jumping up and down in that way that I always thought was simply adorable but was never able to tell her.
So I tell her now.
I’ve never seen Nancy blush before, either, but she does. She pulls me into a hug, and I rest my head on her shoulder.
“So, is that a yes?” I whispered against her skin, and she giggles, grabbing my hands and spinning me around.
“Of course, that’s a yes, silly!” She laughs.
“Good,” I say. “Because now I can do this again.”
I press my lips to hers, and it’s like everything else in the world fades. Over and over, I keep thinking, “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
I’m still thinking, “I can’t believe you’re mine” the next year when we move in together.
I think “I can’t believe you’re mine” as she walks down the aisle on our wedding day.
But the biggest “I can’t believe you’re mine” is when she holds our daughter for the first time.
I didn’t think it was possible to love someone more every day, but Nancy proved that wrong.
“Ava? What do you want to name her?” She asks, both girls looking up at me with big, beautiful eyes.
“Autumn,” I say, and she beams in agreement.
“Autumn.” She whispers and kisses her little head.
And that’s not the first, nor the last, of many, many, “I can’t believe you’re mine’s.”
4. An accident with a happy ending
When Frank’s wife had a car accident, she was so injured that she fell into a coma.
Years passed, but Frank did not stop visiting his wife at the hospital.
Even though almost everyone – including the doctors – had given up hope, he remained faithful that she would one day recover.
Every time he visited her, he began talking to her, recounting all those beautiful moments they spend with each other.
One day, when he showed her the video of their wedding day, she slowly began to move her hand.
She whispered his name and began gaining consciousness.
Several weeks after she had woken up, she had fully recovered and was finally allowed to leave the hospital for good.
When the couple left, she told Frank that she heard his voice while she was in a coma and that it was his voice that was the greatest aid in helping her to return to consciousness.
5. Canon in D with a side of tomato soup
Paul stared at his wife across the table, noticing for the first time that her sweater was on inside out.
Every morning he would lay out her clothes on the bed in a specific order, so she’d know which item to put on first.
But it didn’t guarantee how Elaine would put on each piece.
He’d have to pay more attention before they went out.
Their usual waitress, Sarah, appeared, holding a large tray with two sweet teas on it. “How y’all doin’ today?”
With Alzheimer’s disease, there were good days, and then there were challenging days. It was one of the latter.
Elaine was preoccupied, scrubbing a stain on the wooden table with her finger, forgetting it was a permanent fixture of their booth.
They’d been lunching at this diner once a week for years.
That blemish had been there since day one.
“Today’s actually a very special day for us. It’s our fifty-seventh wedding anniversary.” His wife stopped fidgeting and looked up.
“The day she took a chance on a broke, balding fellow by saying, ‘I do,'” he said with a wink in her direction.
“It is?” Elaine asked.
“Yep, sweetheart, it is.”
“Congratulations, you two! Ms. Sue fixed up some of her key lime pie today, and I’ll make sure y’all have a slice on the house before you go.
Stickin’ with the Cobb salad and tomato soup?”
“That’s it,” Paul replied.
She nodded and turned, then swung back around. “I just remembered.
We ran out of tomato soup about an hour ago. Chicken noodle, ok?”
Paul looked at his wife, now scrubbing away at the stain with a napkin.
“Hmmm,” she said, again focused on the table.
“They’re out of the tomato soup. Do you want chicken noodle?
Or a sandwich instead?” She looked confused, so he pointed to the menu and showed her a few other items he thought she’d enjoy, but she was having a hard time picking something new.
Suddenly she began to cry.
“I want to go home. Please can we go home?” she begged.
“Honey, Sarah has already brought us our drinks. Don’t you think we should stay a little longer?
I know you like tomato soup, but I’m sure their chicken noodle is delicious.”
That only made her cry harder. Sarah apologized on behalf of the restaurant for running out.
Other customers glanced in their direction, wondering what all the commotion was about.
He sighed and reached back for his wallet, then placed a ten-dollar bill on the table.
“I’m sorry. We’ll catch you next week.”
Sarah gave him an understanding look and told him she’d bring the pie and some to-go cups of tea out to their car. He thanked her as he rose to help his wife out of the booth.
He always tried to make their days as hiccup-free as possible, but sometimes, there just wasn’t any tomato soup.
Elaine stopped crying on the way home but appeared anxious, and kept asking him what day it was.
He hesitated to say the date, conjecturing that at least part of her current emotional state was because she hadn’t realized it was their anniversary. With her dementia, he didn’t think a thing of it but worried she might become upset with herself.
“Today is Wednesday.”
She furrowed her brow, a tell-tale sign she was struggling to grasp some distant memory or word.
When she asked what day it was for the third time during their twenty-minute drive, he gave in. “It’s Wednesday, January 7th.”
“That’s the day we got married!”
“Yes, it is,” he said, pulling up into their driveway.
He helped his wife sit on the living room couch before setting up two dinner trays and turning the TV to a re-run of The Price is Right.
“I’ll be right back to join you,” he reassured her.
Once in the kitchen, he walked past the cabinets labeled bowls/plates, mugs/glasses, and cereal to find the one with soup written on it.
He’d marked them all to help her stay as independent as possible, especially since she loved to cook.
In the past few months, however, he’d taken over the role of primary chef. Relief swept over him when he found some tomato soup in the back-right corner of the cabinet.
Conscious of his stiff, arthritic hands, he carefully lowered two bowls and filled them with the liquid contents before putting Elaine’s dish in the microwave. As he stood there watching the timer count down, the sound of Pachelbel floated into the kitchen.
His wife had been a music teacher, so they’d always had a piano in the living room. She hadn’t played much lately, though.
He suspected it was because she now had difficulty sight-reading the music.
Walking back into the room, he found Elaine bent over the piano playing Canon in D from muscle memory. He was struck at how her fingers, still so capable and sure, glided over the keys.
An image of her coming down the aisle towards him in a stunning white dress filled his head, those same lovely hands holding a bouquet of the yellow daisies he’d gathered for her from his garden.
It had been a simple wedding, but that’s what they’d wanted.
He waited until she’d finished before taking a seat beside her on the bench.
Bringing the back of her hand to his mouth, he planted a kiss as she beamed the same beautiful grin she had on their wedding day.
“My favorite song,” he whispered, choking up.
She gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
“That’s why I played it for you.” Now it was his turn to cry.
“I love you, Paul.”
“I can see that.” He nodded.
“I love you so much. Now how would you like to share some tomato soup with me?”
Her face fell a little. “I was hoping for chicken noodle, but that’ll do.”
6. A fool for your love
A boy was dating a girl who always hurt him.
One day, she broke up with him and told him, “I don’t ever want to see you again.”
A few months later, the girl had a change of heart.
She realized that she loved the boy, so she went back and said to him, “Give me just one more chance.
I love you, and I need you. I promise that I will never hurt you again.”
But the boy just laughed and said to her, “Only a fool would take back someone who hurt them so much.”
The girl felt hopeless and began to cry, but the boy put his arms around her, held her tightly, and said, “…and I am one of those fools.”
7. The right moment
Her eyes, oh her eyes. They got me every time.
They could never be classified as one color. They rebelled, taking on a different hue everyday.
Every hour. Every moment.
But they always sparkled with this emotion I could never place.
His smile, oh his smile. It zapped my heart every time.
His smile was something never to be taken for granted. He rarely showed it around people, but when he did, oh, it was magic.
The slight dimple in his cheek revealed his boyish nature.
But they always drifted from one another.
The timing was never right. One was in a relationship.
The other fresh out of one. Both single, but not ready to mingle.
Or they would mingle, but with the wrong people. It was like this for years.
It was snowing.
Her car was covered in the hardening white powder. She stared, hopeless.
How could she get to work in this condition? A light flurry of snow falls from the sky, wetting her hood.
She sighs, holding a hand out.
A snowflake lands on her hand, almost immediately melting against her warm palm. A smile tilts her lips, her tardiness to the office momentarily taking a back seat.
He watches her, his unprotected hair catching snowflakes.
He had come here to break up with his girlfriend, who’s name he’d already forgotten. He didn’t know she had lived so close to her.
Annalise. The one woman he could never have.
At her surprised appearance, he’d dropped his keys.
With his gaze still on her, he crouched down, fumbling in the cold snow for his car keys. But after stubbing his finger, he risks a glance down, swiping them up.
She hears a commotion to her right, causing her to turn.
And there he is.
The only man she has ever wanted, but never had.
And as they lock gazes, something in the air shifts.
They gravitate towards each other, hearts pounding. The snow crunches beneath Annalise’s heeled boots.
Footprints indent the snow as Jasper controls his pace.
It was finally the right moment.