A Perfect Story Novels & Stories

James was only complying because of his parents and not for love. Nothing would have stopped him from kissing her that night bit somehow, the saint in him had reminded him of his vow to never take advantage of her and last night, she was damn vulnerable. He really tried. Janelle Anderson was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Everything about her was perfect. Her laughter, her smiles, her stubborn attitude, the way she stomps her feet to the ground when she's trying to make a point and no one is getting it. Even her playful nature was appealing to him. Her heart was a rare one and she was always loyal to all her friends. But now, he will have to stay away from her, before he repaid t

He smiled until his dimple formed. Udin looked back and found Tukijo daydreaming. He threw an English dictionary measuring 5×8 cm with a thickness of 2 inches towards Tukijo. However, Tukijo had strong instincts. He immediately caught the dictionary with his hands. "Caught. Bleeeee," teased Tukijo sticking out his tongue. "I'll keep this dictionary, how does it feel to follow English lessons without a dictionary?" Tukijo's behavior made Udin annoyed. "Return!" Udin was standing on Markonah's table preparing to ambush Tukijo.

"I've never read it before, it was just sitting here when I came in but I didn't know what it was about―" "Are you enjoying it?" Xavier repeated, interrupting my panicked rambling. There was lightness in his tone, but his face was serious. I swallowed, chewing my lip. "Yeah, I am. It's an interesting telling of the Moon Goddess' story, I―uh, I wasn't expecting the pictures though," I told him, trying to laugh away my discomfort.

Anam's POV "Anam is there any special reason you called me at 10 am " Ayan reply sleeping " why could you be so cruel to ruin my sleep " "Hey, you can't complain I am the one who should complain here. my precious sleep got disturbed because of you" "Dear Miss Khan could you be a nice person and tell me the reason so that I can continue my sleep," he says in a gentlemanly tone. how can someone sound so good even half-sleeping?

And as we stood there under a canopy of stars, the sound of our sons' soft breathing drifting through the open doors behind us, I knew with bone-deep certainty that our story—with all its jagged edges and broken places—had become something beautiful. Not perfect. Not flawless. But real. And ours. Forever. *THE END*

They stood together in silence, the only sound the soft hum of the elevator. The average figure's gaze locked onto the suitcase carried by the tall figure, his hand reaching out to claim it. But his attention was split. In that moment of distraction, his elbow jabbed back, connecting with the cup. The man's reflexes were quick but not quick enough. The coffee spilt, a dark arc splashing across Elena's gown mere inches from her breast.

I reluctantly agreed. My confusion did not take away from the absolute perfection of RU. Everything was so organized and reminded me of a well-oiled machine. Which was funny in my mind since that’s what they actually produce. There were so many inventions and ideas around the building. We slowly made our way over to a dimly lit section. I thought it must have been an idea that was put on hold. Until we got closer. Then it hit me. There was an arm on this table. An arm just like the one Will had. He wasn’t kidding. They literally built his arm.

I feel that my story has not ended because my life is full of joy and happiness. Married life is good and "not perfect" because we have ups and downs. My husband is still my favorite in bed; he pleases me in my fantasies, and we both make sure that routine does not affect us. We plan to continue discovering new horizons or always be united towards each other. "Love, are you ready to marry me?" "Always, my love. You know, we have been planning and organizing our church wedding, but then we decided to wait for everything with the ankle and our baby."

He had a perfect body from starting with a tall height moreover his fair colour and that mole which was the main reason to create the raging tempest in girls heart. He and his brother kabir tried to look and behave normal but their handsome faces didn't showed any mercy but the limitation on their perseverance crossed all the boundaries when a teacher flirt with them that day both of them understood that girls only want one thing money and great looks, qualities does not really matters for girls. They started to ignore all the girls they see around.

I added quietly, “it’s ours. Not Dad’s. Not the press’s. Not the world’s. And if we want to keep it that way, we have to be perfect. No mistakes. No hesitation.” Jay swallowed again and nodded. “Then we’ll be perfect.” I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to. But deep down, I knew perfection wasn’t in our nature especially not his. Which meant I had to be twice as sharp, twice as ruthless. Because one slip, one crack in the story… and everything would come crashing down. And I wasn’t going to let that happen. Jay gave a short, humorless laugh, as if trying to lighten the heaviness in the air.