A Perfect Story 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.

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"Why also praise stories like that? Are there no other books that are of higher quality?" "Hahaha... that's why, you better read before commenting. It's like you've judged someone 100% bad even though you've only met them for a few days. That's an unfair judgment!" "I only caught what I saw!" "That means your thinking is shallow!" "All right... all right, so what's the point of the story?" "Why don't you just read it yourself?" "Just tell me!" "Hahaha...well, the point is about a man who is said to be the most desirable man, has a perfect life, yes everything. His goal is to conquer as many women as possible as a manifestation of his childhood trauma disorder."

he huffed. That was it? That was what he said after all that story. “You and your kids are the damn same! No! Ace does not like me!” Gwen stomped her foot. “Hmm, sounds like he does.” “I just told you the entire story about what happened. Is that all you have to say?” “Well, that is how a war usually progresses. I am surprised that you were able to come up with the plan. It’s simple yet it's not that obvious.” Gwen beamed at the praise.

The story included doctored emails, but convincing—showing Ava allegedly seeking to bury vital evidence. “I didn’t send these,” Ava said, her voice shuddering. “I know,” Clara answered. “But Malone’s making it look like you did. The story’s everywhere.” Ava hung up, her heart beating fast. She stared at Roman, her face set with determination. “We’re out of time,” she said. Roman nodded. “Then we hit back now.” Before she could react, her phone chimed again. This time, it wasn’t Clara. It was Evelyn.

His jaw locked, his gaze smoldering. “I’d like to tell you a story,” I said, facing the crowd. “About a girl who lost everything because she trusted the wrong people. About a city that funded a project under the guise of rehabilitation, while innocent people were abused, silenced, and experimented on in facilities, no one was allowed to question.” Murmurs. Whispers. Carl moved closer. “You’re making a scene—” “I’m revealing a crime,” I interrupted. “Actually, several crimes, if you’d just let me finish, I’d let you decide if i am causing a scene after.”

She loved reading stories about girls who had suffered unjustly but had happy endings at last instead of reading stories of vampires, witches and werewolves which was the most preferred among the people in her city because she does not believe in its existence as most of the people do, she found such stories scary and preferred happy ending books like Cinderella's. Monalisa slowly lowered her gaze to a book in her hand which was still about Cinderella, this was the only Cinderella book she had left because the others had been burnt by her aunt Lila and her daughter Annabel who was about the same age as she was. “Cinderella and the seven dwarfs,” she muttered, running her fingers tenderly at

Jayden looked at me and he noticed I was staring at the girl and whatever she was doing. He tried removing her hand but she whispered something to his ear and I wondered what she told him. She dusted his neat cloth and walked towards me. "I'm Penelope, Jayden Friend" She introduced herself as she stretched out her hand for a handshake. I looked towards Jayden direction and he was still staring at me. I looked back at her hand thinking about something else. "My hands are hurting." She interrupted my thought as I flinched and stretched my hand towards her hand.

And our early morning was filled with intimate moans which I hope it's not too loud to avoid getting the attention of the people outside our room. Our love story didn't end here even if we die. It will be known and passed down to my children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren, and so on, to remember that love might come late, but it's not as late as you thought. This story is not perfect because not all love stories are perfect. However, the right time and the right person you are with is what makes it perfect. -END-

"That our first born might not be perfect. I would never have done it Talon you should know me better than that. I just thought it was fair to give you the option." "Know a lot of so called perfect people that do some fucked up shit. When's the last time you seen a so called imperfect person on the news hacking up people across state lines for fun? I'm thinking this perfect shit has holes in it." I kissed her nose with all the guck she had on it. "Only you would think like that."