A More Perfect Union Book Novels & Stories

Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.

It opened, and I went in. The master bedroom layout was still exactly the same as it was before. Even the color of the sheets was exactly the same as when I went to the hospital to give birth five years ago. The only difference was that there were several notebook diaries on the bedside table, and they were all locked. It seemed that Austin had gotten into a habit of locking up everything important to him over the past few years. I picked up one of the diaries and looked at it. Some of the pages in the diary looked like they had been soaked because they were quite horribly wrinkled.

Tomorrow was my first day as an intern at Santiago & Associates and I needed all the rest I could get tonight. I cleaned up and changed before settling in bed, the events of last night and the stranger I woke up in bed with were still on my mind but I needed to put it all behind me. I turned to my side, hugging a pillow closer to my chest. My breathing evened out as I shut my eyes, those familiar features gracing my mind. I turned to the other side, trying to get him off my mind. Last night was a mistake. And what's the thing with mistakes? They're meant to be forgotten.

Remember, what you reject today will become someone else treasure tomorrow, and by the time you realize that it will be too late for you. All humans are beautiful. Don't let social media and perception fool you into looking for perfection. Again, it's okay to have a preference. - This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. - The beginning... MEREDITH:

enough for a couple of kids, and we were still discussing how that would work, which is why I was teasing Marcus about me becoming a house husband. After selling my business, I have decided to take it slow and only pick a few consulting gigs whenever I feel bored. I was getting acclimatized to Marcus's new world and even getting along with Tyler ok barely, but still that was progress. "HI, where did you?" Marcus asks softly. “I am just thinking how far we have come." I tell him hugging him close. "Yeah? It's been a roller coaster, but I wouldn't change it for anything. I am so glad you found me on that bridge that day. You Simon are my hero and my perfect man.“ I tear up because how does he

Being semi-famous is annoying sometimes. I also have no desire to make out with Hunter anymore. Hunter is part of my Model Perfect image, we are a package deal. It's unfortunate for me, that Aftershock has a partnership with Model Perfect. We are the 'it couple' and if there is a slip up the partnership is over. Would that be such a bad thing?

Neither man looked particularly tense, but there was something about the way they held themselves, shoulders squared, eyes occasionally drifting toward the door. "Notice something?" She turned. Sophie had appeared beside her, holding a glass of water. "Just observing," Bianca said carefully. Sophie smiled. "That's a diplomatic answer." "I'm learning." "From my brother?" Sophie tilted her head. "That's unfortunate." Bianca laughed despite herself. "He's not that bad." Before Bianca could say another word, an older man near the center of the room raised his glass. "To another year of progress," he announced. "And to the partnerships that made it possible."

Anything else. That’s when I remember the library book I should’ve returned weeks ago. The librarian’s probably going to bite my head off—but honestly? I don’t care. I’ve read that book so many times, I could quote it in my sleep. The romance between the Prince of England and the American president’s son… what started as hate turned into something powerful, something unstoppable. A love so intense, not even the gods could break them apart. I dream of a love like that. But in my messy little life, it feels impossible.

"I didn't do that!" Nonetheless, Simon threw the stack of evidence in front of Mom and Dad. "Didn't you want to know why Zora agreed to donate her kidney to Laila, even though she only had one? Because she was dying! "And even at death's door, she still wanted to fulfill your wishes—to become the perfect daughter you always wanted? Is this good enough for you now?" Dad fell to his knees, his hands trembling as he gathered the scattered documents. At that moment, the healer who had performed the transplant stepped forward. "Indeed, Ms. Laila wasn't the one who donated the kidney back then. She paid me a large sum to keep the truth hidden."

It was getting late and since we already had dinner, I told Alexander that I would like to see him. "I'll be with you shortly, wait in my study". He said and I left for the study since I already knew where it was located. When I got in, I realized it was much bigger than I thought. When I came in earlier, I didn't take the time to look around. I began looking around and I saw a brown book that looked very inviting. "Wow, what is that"? I said as I tried to reach the brown book on the top shelf. I took a stool and stood on it, to help me get the book.