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And for once in my second life, everything was perfect. THE END.

"I love you too Mr. Carter" THE END

“I question the old man, and he studies me in silence. “If you do, then you would understand why I'm here. “I reply, and he shuts his eyes and inhales deeply. “You really want to be perfect, huh? “He questions and I stare at him in silence. “I believe you've heard the saying, beauty is pain. How much pain are you willing to go through, and how beautiful do you want to be? How hungry are you for perfection? “He questions, and I scoff. “ I'd bear any amount of pain to shut my Aunt up. To be a god who would stun everyone, and be mindlessly worshiped. I'm not hungry for perfection, I'm starved for it, and I'd go to any length to attain it. “I reply. Burning as the occurrence from the party repla

She answered in less than an heartbeat and I really just had to conclude that she must really have something against John Green. "Wow! They both had sad endings. Why do you prefer the former?" "A Walk To Remember had an open ending. The author never said she died. With the way he completed it, it seemed so much that she survived." I never thought of it like that. I concluded she died. Readers that held on the belief that she survived it were the same set of readers that'd keep hoping that Kainene was still stucked in the enemy's territory. But I wasn't going to say that. I was going to allow her to keep thinking that. Some times, it's just good to be deluded of the real things.

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.

she said pointing at me "and you are not going to try and change my decision is that clear " This is the point where you should stop arguing with Hayat and just agree with her. I nodded obediently. We finished our drinks and headed home. All the ride my mind was filled with Hayat's decision. she loves Farhan bhai and is ready to give it up for us. I am really lucky to have a sister like her. I respect her decision but that doesn't mean I won't try anything. ,-----------------------------------------------------------------

Leo suggests and walks towards Tyler who starts screaming as he nears him. I follows his lead and we repeat the process of digging the needle deeper and taking it out slowly while we hear the pleadings of Tyler. As the needles come out of his skin Tyler faints with his cheeks having dried tears. “Let him rest for now and we can plan the attack. We can play later with him.” I suggest to Leo and he nods before retreating back and giving the control to Lucas. Adrian too retreats back and we both head out of the prison after locking the door and wipe all the blood from out T-shirts.

Penelope said more than asked as she took the baby and when she had the baby in her arm, she raised a gun to Naomi's head while her husband simultaneously pointed a gun at Kevin's head. "It's Mr Huxx," Xavier snarled, the kind man gone and replaced by a demon, "but don't worry, you'll never make that mistake again." At that they both pulled the trigger and the two bodies fell to the floor. "What should we do with the baby?" Penelope asked as she walked to her husband and he stood up from the couch, looking down at the baby and squinted his eyes as he saw her face. "What's that on her face?" he stupidly asked and Penelope rolled her eyes.

Perfect. Finally. **THE END**

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie