A Perfect Life Book Novels & Stories

I was ALWAYS misplacing my phone. As they both get out of their vehicles, Will walks over towards the truck. “Hey Jarod, this is Will. He lives up on my floor. He’s offered to help me finish moving too.” Will extends his hand out to shake Jared’s. Once again, I notice that it’s not his robotic hand.

My life wasn’t the clean, mapped-out one, but right now, it was one of those you would pray to God for in life. I never believed when people said good things about some families or where those book stories always came along the sweet families they write about, but my own life right now is the perfect story that must be written. It must be read to other kids in the new generation as one of the lives, the families that had a happy ever after.

“The doctor did a great job, didn’t he?” Valerie looked at her reflection in the mirror on the wall, her fingers gently tracing over her new features. She did not recognize the stranger who stared back. Her old face, her old life, was all gone now, replaced by someone new and better. Valerie had been reborn. Not just by looks that were strikingly beautiful, but even her soul had shifted. It hungered only for vengeance and she would be sure to get it. “I can hardly believe that the person in my reflection is me,” she muttered, turning to face Juan.

Model Perfect's schedule calls me. I delete my messages with Arlo and change his name on my phone to Anna. If Hunter sees another girl's name on my phone, he won't get suspicious. Maybe it's dishonest, but it's better than getting slapped in the face again. The red mark from yesterday is still there. It's a little red mark, with a dull ache that only my jaw can sense.

Even though she has done nothing but treat me like I was her sibling and treat me like I was her best friend, I knew very well that she was capable of things I know nothing of. I say this because of her late husband. It was all strange, really. Peyton has always been a cold person, she’s the kind of person who hates being around people. She keeps to herself mostly and only comes down for dinner before she disappears. She's the first to wake up when they have to go to work and the last to arrive home. Yet someday, she came home and announced that she was getting married. She had said it with the most emotionless tone and blank face that anyone could ever have to relay such joyous news.

"Why people think I'm made of metal? Metal melt too and I was melting. And the fire was people comment." She blinked sadly. "Because sometimes people think your life is too perfect." That's the problem. I wanted everything perfect, my clothes, life, boyfriend, my career but I was lacking behind at something. I wanted a perfect life and I was crawling to get it. But it wasn't going on perfect.

SKYLA My conversation with Tanya played vividly like a rolled tape in my mind, my whole body tingling with exhaustion as I tried to keep my breathing steady. The events of these past few weeks weighing heavily on my slender shoulders, as I tried to make sense of what my life had become. Hot frustrated tears spilled down my face as I stared at the gift Tanya dropped over. The cover of my book that had now become hers glared at me. The pink covers mocking me, taunting. I hurled the books across the room, hitting Ed Square on the head as he made his way in

And for the first time in my life, I was certain of one unshakable truth: this — this perfect, messy, wonderful life — was exactly where I was supposed to be. THE END.

This beautiful girl felt strange about the statement said by her groupmate because according to her it was impossible for someone to have the perfection of life. Michelle ate her lunch without turning to Victor who was sitting opposite her. The girl ate heartily. "We are humans can not be perfect, neither is life. I mean we can get perfect scores but not with life." Victor doesn't agree. "I have a perfect life now if you can overcome the obstacles in life, you can arrange your life to be perfect, we are the ones who created our own life." The boy casually and arrogantly gave an opinion on his version of the definition of the perfect life.

she cuts me off in middle knowing very well what i am about to say. "No one is perfect or no one life is perfect. Our life is imperfect and we are the one who makes our imperfect life perfect " she is right. This is what's the real meaning of life. "You're right life is not always bed of roses. If it was then that's not life." I said. "Trust those people who loves, who cares for you. They will never betray you " she said and I knew exactly what she meant. "Thanks a lot for your advice " i said and stood up to leave.