A Perfect Match 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.

They looked very intimate. The wedding ring I had begged him to wear for five years was not on his finger. In the video, a big hand held a smaller one, and matching rings shone on their fingers in the light. That was when I realized that he did not actually hate red dresses, women in makeup, and his ring. He only hated them because of me. He did not love me. I cried until my tears ran dry and accepted the system’s offer to bind me to the Perfect Partner System.

“Perfect fit.” If it wasn’t for Piercy holding my hand, it would have shaken it off. “It’s so beautiful.” “Yes, you are.” His hand gently touched my cheek, stroking my cheek. “You only tried on this one. Do you want to look at more?” Glancing around, I knew in my heart I didn’t want to. “No. Thank you.” “Perfect. The matching ring is here.” The manager pulled out the matching band for Piercy. “You are getting one too?” I asked, smiling at him.

However, Claire suddenly widened her eyes and pointed at the woman assaulting me on screen, shouting, "Honey, I know who that person is now! It's not me!" She looked at me with loving eyes and said, "Honey, there's actually something I've never told you. Ever since my legs were paralyzed, my mental health has been unstable. I often dream that I can stand up, only to wake up and realize I'm still disabled. Later, I became so disoriented that I couldn't tell reality from dreams anymore." She continued, "I've seen a doctor about it, and she can testify for me! I must have been in a dissociative state, so I manifested a second personality. She's the one who hurt you, not me!"

March 10, 2026: Author Announcement. My Dear Readers, Thank you for reading this book until the very end. I hope you enjoyed the story between Kenneth Wright and Freya King. "Finding Mr. Perfect" is part of the family series, "Love and Legacy in the House of the Kings." Book 1: Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire Book 2: The Bad Boy Next Room Book 3: Finding Mr. Perfect Note that you can also find Book 2 merged with Book 1, and the same goes for Book 2 and Book 3. It was only later that I decided to separate Freya's story as a standalone.

He cried as I pulled out of him and I lay beside him. "Sorry." I said as I pulled him closer and he rested his head in me. "I love you too cutie, so much and I am very happy that you didn't give up on me all those months ago." I said truthfully. Blake is the only person I want to be with, I don't care about ladies, ass and boobs, none of the sex I have had with any of them in the past can come close to how sex with Blake made me feel, it was so perfect and personal, it was special and I can never get bored of having sex with him or just having him in my life... He is my perfect match. "You are my perfect match and you are right about the moon goddess, it took me a while to see it but it's tr

Mine comes fourth. The platform at the center of the hall holds a single plain chair, and Instructor Perrin herself performs the reading — I understand, watching her explain the procedure to the apprentice ahead of me, that first-years are always read by a full Matcher rather than by each other, precisely because the reading requires a steadiness of focus none of us have learned yet. It is not, as I feared it might be, an invasive physical examination of any kind. It is simpler than that, and somehow more frightening for its simplicity: she presses both palms lightly to the apprentice's temples, closes her eyes, and is still, for perhaps thirty seconds, her face flickering faintly with conce

I jerked my hand back and skittered away from her. Nicolette laughed, charmed by my reaction. I could only blink. “It…” I pointed toward the mark. “You…” She nodded. “Yes. You are my match.” Unable to control the punch of feeling I experienced, I drew in a shocked breath, letting the lure of that possibility consume me. But true love? A perfect match? Soul mates? I couldn’t say the idea was bad. Having one person belong to me completely—as mine and mine alone—someone who would never leave me, always love me, be my family, my home…

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Perfect Mess. My Perfect Mess was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.”)