A Perfect Love Story Future Novels & Stories

“Perfect Lover?” I nodded, leaning slightly against the chair across from him. “It’s silly, I know. But the story behind them is kind of sweet. The idea is that if two people are perfectly synchronized, in the same ‘time zone,’ they’ll never miss each other. But if they aren’t…” I gestured vaguely, feeling oddly self-conscious. “...well, it’s not anyone’s fault. They’re just living in different worlds. Different stages of life, different priorities. You can’t force that kind of timing.” He studied me for a moment, something unreadable in his dark eyes. “And you think the person I’m waiting for is in a different time zone?”

She threw herself into his arms. "Really? You really love me?" "Of course, my baby," Liam said, holding her tight. "That woman was just a tool, a stepping stone. You are my whole world." They clung to each other, as if no one else existed. The crowd murmured in understanding. "Oh, so that's how it is!" "Marriages for business are common in high society." "Mr. Vance and Miss Chloe are the real love story!" "That wife is just a tool. She deserves it!"

she began, “you were supposed to be a distraction. A firefighter with a smile too steady for a girl who lived half in her imagination. But somewhere between the brigadeiro, the burned toast, and the nights we stayed up talking about everything and nothing… you became my home.” Her hand shook a little, but she didn’t look away. “You taught me that love doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be real. So I promise to be real with you, even when it’s messy. I promise to make you laugh when life feels heavy, to feed you even when I burn the toast, and to love you in every language I know, for the rest of my life.”

"Since you've already made up your mind, we won't interfere," Dad said. A flicker of pain crossed Mom's eyes. "You've always been a stubborn child. But… now that you've let go of the past, shouldn't you start thinking about the future?" "Future?" I asked, slightly confused. "What future?" Mom and Dad exchanged a glance before smiling. "Vivian, of course. She's liked you since she was little, and she just moved back from abroad, too. You two seemed to get along pretty well that day."

Building family despite—despite everything trying to prevent it. Tomorrow. It all happened tomorrow. And I—I was ready. For closure. For beginning. For—for everything that came next. Together. Always together. Me and Caden and the pup growing inside me. Family. Future. Proof love won. Always. **TO BE CONTINUED...** ---

She realized she had been a little too harsh. Helen's voice broke her thoughts again. "You probably don't know this because that little rascal wouldn't dare tell you, but he secretly set up a company for you. Your Celestial Bliss series will be the company's flagship product, and all the profits will go to you. Honestly, if you asked him to give you his heart, he'd probably do it without hesitation. He's hopelessly stubborn, that one.

I did not tell them this, but I will still keep a smaller house for them for when they retire one day. “I could never afford a house like this in a million years. You did not have to this, man,” he says when he recollects himself. “You are a good friend, Isaac. Your honesty, love and support got me here. I love you, man,” I declare and embrace him. “Ahem!” Amari clears her throat. I did not even see her join us. “We are still here. Your wife and his fiancee,” Amari says while Nancy giggles through her tears.

He looked so eager for the wedding, but what kind of expression would he wear when it turned into a funeral instead? Someone called him away to check the venue decorations, and he left. In his haste, he forgot his phone. A message popped up. It was Kai. Again. Message after message flooded in. Kai: [Cole, are you really going to marry her? What about me and the baby?] Kai: [You'll be someone else's husband tomorrow. Tonight is our last chance. Please… just come see me.] Kai: [I'm begging you. I love you so, so much.]

“I want to tell you something.” He nodded. “Go ahead.” “I slept with my mom’s boyfriend when I was sixteen.” There it was. The room went quiet. Not shocked quiet. Still quiet. He didn’t write. Didn’t move. He just looked at me. I swallowed. “He was forty-three. Said I was ‘mature for my age.’ Told me he loved me. That I was special.” “Did your mom know?” “She found out eventually,” I said. “Threw me out.”

The perfect picture of love. And that’s when the problem hit me. Because the perfect couple was the last thing Reid and I were right now. My stomach twisted as I unfolded the pitch letter, the words practically glowing off the page. “We’d love for you and Reid to showcase our newest collection. Your love story has captured so many hearts — this campaign feels like the perfect fit.” I closed my eyes and groaned. The internet really had no idea.