A More Perfect Union Book Novels & Stories

But it was the study at the end of the hall that caught her attention. Bianca stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the bookshelves lining the walls. The spines of countless books faced her, their titles neat and orderly. She traced her fingers along the rows: military tactics, the politics of power. Advanced technologies. She frowned, pulling a book off the shelf. Its leather cover was worn. The pages filled with dense diagrams and meticulous notes. Why would a businessman need this? She whispered. Flipping through the pages, who are you really, Theo, she murmured.

He looped the path. “You know what? Everything I did was because I needed to be perfect. The perfect council. The perfect friend. Perfect for everything. Love is not even a thing for me. My stepfather and stepbrother wanted perfection. You! You are the only one who ruined it! Who stained it!” Josh ranted. His nerves loosened. His neck moved with vibration. His mouth never grew tired. He told everything. The pain. The stress. Everything. “Everybody expects something, but you don’t have to pretend, Mr. President.” Tristan’s voice was low. The temper in his mind cooled a bit.

It was Sunday my most favourite day because for many reasons first there will be no summit to annoy me. I know he is my best friend but that doesn't change the fact that he is an idiot. Second that I can roll in my bed the whole day and add this comfort Hayat makes something special to eat. "Anam come out " Noori called from the living room. I got out of my bed and dragged my ass to the living room and sprawled beside Noori she was reading a book which is a very rare site because according to her reading makes you insane. She swatted a little to give me more space.

AUTHOR’S NOTE If you’re here for polite romance, fade-to-black sex, or anything resembling manners… close this book right now and go clutch your pearls somewhere else, sugar tits. You’ve been warned, princess. Chapter – 0001 GRACE I, Grace Monroe Sullivan, head of a charity foundation and daughter of Arthur Sullivan, the very conservative President of the United States, am staring at a cardboard box of blow-up dolls. And no, these are definitely not kids’ toys. I know the box contains blow-up dolls (free condoms and lube, too, apparently) because in bright orange lettering on the side, it announces the contents: LIFELIKE PERSONAL ROMANCE DOLLS! NOW WITH FREE GLOW-IN-THE-DARK-CONDOMS AND LUBR

Permanently. And our future—our beautiful, peaceful, Emily-free future—was just beginning. Together. Always together. With our son proving love conquered everything. Finally. **THE END OF BOOK 3** ---

“Few women do.” “Oh, they do. They’re just afraid to admit it. Yeah, equal pay for equal work and our bodies our selves and Gloria Steinem and all that jazz...but in that dusty dark little corner of every woman’s heart where we keep our maps of Tierra del Fuego lives the hunger to fetch a powerful man his slippers on her hands and knees.” Eleanor was pleased to see her words had a similar effect on Daniel as his did on her. His breath quickened just slightly as his hands deliberately stroked the leather binding of the book in his hand.

Honestly, I know this is not the best work out there and this is definitely not my best work. I will not ramble about how I started writing this book only for fun and how it became a paid story. No. I just wanted to stop by and let you all know that this book is actually a part of a series called PERFECT FOR YOU. Vincent and Joyce’s book is actually book 2 in the series. Richard, Misoo and Beau have their own book and so do Jordan and Aubrey, as well as Olivia Stanton.

One more chapter to go. Dear Reader, As I turn the final page of Perfect Love, I want to express how much your journey alongside these characters has meant to me. This story was about exploring the idea of love in its purest form, amidst the imperfections of life. I hope it inspired you to believe in the beauty of love, even when it’s not perfect. Writing this book allowed me to delve into the intricacies of human emotions, and I’m grateful for every moment you spent with these characters.

"Yeah, I know. Perks of being a neighbourhood kid to the college. Anyways, I called you up again to tell you this. I gotta go. Bye!" "Bye!" I wished back and hung up. I spent the next couple of hours talking to my family and reading Cecelia Ahern's 'Perfect'. I was done reading 'Flawed' before I came here and started reading 'Perfect' yesterday morning. Honestly speaking, I was fond of 'Perfect' more than 'Flawed' because of many reasons but especially of one big solid reason: I shipped Carrick and Celestine more than I shipped Art and Celestine. I just loved the chemistry between Carrick and Celestine and that made me so addicted to the book.

"Damian, what if Elise still doesn't lose the weight? Won't she be humiliated if I'm standing next to her at the wedding as her maid of honor, looking way prettier than she does?" Damian lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his voice low and lazy. "She has no right to feel humiliated. I already gave her more than enough chances. What man doesn't like a beautiful woman? I told her to lose weight so she could look better. What exactly did I do wrong?" Then, his expression hardened. "I'll just replace her if she still shows up at the wedding looking like a pig and humiliates me in front of everyone. She won't have anyone to blame but herself."