A Perfect Life Book Novels & Stories

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

If I was given work to do, as long as I got it done, how I got it done was none of anybody else's business. I had already had enough of the workaholic life in my past. I didn't have the energy to keep trying to change the lives of two other people by warming them up. Moreover, this character had only been mentioned once or twice in the novel, and I had absolutely no idea what her personality was like. As expected, Austin saw right through me just a few days after I recovered from giving birth. I threw caution to the wind and laid out all my cards on the table, coming clean and telling him the truth. Then, I began indulging in the pleasures of life.

"That's enough. Go live your life." An airport announcement called for boarding. Bianca wiped her tears and looked at me. "I'm keeping the baby." She gently touched her stomach, which wasn't showing yet. A new strength was in her eyes. "I'm going to raise him far away from this world." The baby? I froze for a second. Then it hit me. "Matteo's?" Bianca nodded. "I'll give him a normal life," she said, her voice firm. "He'll never know what kind of monster his father was."

I was also always there for her when she needed a shoulder to cry on. I had treated her like a little sister, yet this was how she repaid me. Still, I knew this wasn't the right time to expose them. "Elise, are you deaf?" Damian snapped. "Why aren't you saying anything?" I swallowed the fury rising in my chest and forced a smile. "I heard you. Don't worry. I'll take the diet seriously." "Really?" Talia's eyes lit up a little too fast. She leaned forward, practically glowing with anticipation. "It should be enough as long as you lose 40 pounds. Personally, I think 80 pounds is the perfect weight. That's the best weight, really."

Gary approached and crouched down to level with the little girl. Jenna giggled. "Hello, Mr. Gary!" "Aww, you remember me?" Gary grinned. "You can call me Uncle Gary." "Yes, of course! Let's do more magic!" She giggled. He chuckled and ruffled her hair. Rowena then instructed Hope to get ready for school. She nodded and rushed back from where she came from. The two followed and headed further in. Gary was once more mesmerized by the interior of the house. The living room was actually in a sunken area. A lot of the furniture was very mid-century, but overall there was a homey aura. A woman in her mid-fifties was wiping her hands on the kitchen towel after having washed the dishes. Rowena intro

I said abit scared The page flipped again and started writing "THE KEEPER OF THE BOOK IS PASSED DOWN FROM GENERATIONS TO ONLY THE NEXT CHOSEN ONE WHICH IS WHY I AM HERE TODAY" "So, you think I'm the chosen one" I asked "ONLY THE BOOK DECIDES WHO TO BE PASSED DOWN TO AS THE CHOSEN ONE" "So that's a yes then" I asked curiously "IF THE CHOSEN ONE SHALL ACCEPT THIS GRAND QUEST, SHALL WE BEGIN?" I wasn't sure of the answer to that question... I mean my life is perfect... What more can this book give me that I don't already have??

He continued quietly, "Her family favors boys over girls. They barely even give her enough money for tuition. If you're not there with her, she won't be able to survive redoing another year." It felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my head. So in his eyes, my future, my three years of hard work, and my score of 626 were all inconsequential because Nicole had "had it hard". My voice came out surprisingly calm. "Preston, do you pity her or do you like her?" He didn't answer. Instead, he said, "Fi, you're being unreasonable." Tears started falling again. I raised my hand and wiped them away.

Even the long-nervous Graham Group PR team breathed a collective sigh of relief. On the screen, Luke let out a soft, lingering sigh. It was as if he were trying to convey a lifetime of regret to Kayla. But in the end, it came out as two simple sentences. "I'm sorry, Kayla. I hope the rest of your life is peaceful and happy, and that you stay happy forever." Lucian had silently moved behind Kayla and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "I'll make sure you're happy forever." Yes, she would be happy forever.

And I sat at my table in my home on a Saturday afternoon with cold coffee and an unfinished paper and two men who had chosen me and been chosen and were still here, still choosing, every ordinary day and I thought that this was what it looked like when you stopped running. Not perfect. Not resolved. Not a clean ending with everything figured out. Just a life, specifically and imperfectly yours, full of shoes by the door and coffee gone cold and arguments about racks and real laughter and someone always in the next room. Just this. It was, without question, more than enough. THE END—

Once he started opening up, he couldn’t stop himself, “We used to be happy together. We’d laugh and talk and know each other inside and out, and my parents were closer than anyone in the world. Nothing ever went wrong. We had systems, we had rules, we had schedules. We followed them to a T, and it kept everything under control. But my parents were best friends, not lovers. Which meant they went looking for other people to fill that void. They had systems and rules and schedules for everything except each other. And that one mistake cost us our entire lives. My father was fired. We nearly went bankrupt. We lost our house and everything we owned. We lived in a dingy apartment at the edge of th