A Perfect Story Novels & Stories

A perfect ending to a story that started with a simple engagement but grew into a tale of resilience, connection, and destiny. The end.

He knew what it meant as somehow I seeked a perfect ending to our love story. Or perhaps, not every tale had to have a perfect ending. Would this be our perfect end?

she giggles softly “I never thought you’re one of those rich kids who prefer to live in villas.” “I do but my mom used to tell me to at least try to experience things once, even if it’s living in a dorm like a college kid.” “Well, I’m glad you found this place. It looks cozy and it’d be the perfect scenery for when I write stories.” She smiled “Will you let me be the perfect prince charming in your story baby?” I teased her as I ate one of the meatballs She blushed “Well no one’s perfect, even in stories. Readers might think that a story is boring because characters are too perfect.” She smiled at me sweetly

One more chapter to go. Dear Reader, As I turn the final page of Perfect Love, I want to express how much your journey alongside these characters has meant to me. This story was about exploring the idea of love in its purest form, amidst the imperfections of life. I hope it inspired you to believe in the beauty of love, even when it’s not perfect. Writing this book allowed me to delve into the intricacies of human emotions, and I’m grateful for every moment you spent with these characters.

It was our song, the song we all agreed was ours, Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I didn’t have to look at my brothers as we each went to one knee. “Riko Ayane Shiraishi, before you, we wouldn’t have dared to believe in fairytales.” I started. “But then all it took was one look, and each of us fell so deeply in love with you.” Elijah continued. “We knew in that instant there would never be anyone more perfect for us.” Darius said.

Natasha: "cut the crap, you know you're so boring so no one is enjoying your story" Peach: "6, 000+ reads and amazing comments says something, you dimwit.(glares hard at Natasha)" Pearl: "that's enough girls, before I forget, on behalf of Penangel and the rest of the imperfection team, we all say thank you for the love and the support so far. We're really grateful" Natasha: "minus me. I'm not included" Author(me): "Nobody wanted you here though, thank you Pearl. Don't forget to click the like button too guys. Thank you so much, angels"

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

Her fingers danced lightly over the keys, playing a lively piece. Hearing our footsteps, she looked up, surprise coloring her expression. "Randy?" I blinked. She said it so affectionately. Vivian Seiger was no longer the mischievous little girl from my memories. She had grown into a graceful young woman, her features carrying a touch of maturity and elegance.

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.