A Perfect Story Novels & Stories

Fisya just wants to keep her body from being tasted by random men, especially men like Regan Adzura. "I'm starting to tell you, okay?" Fisya's permission. "You take the most comfortable position first, so that he sleeps soundly" Adnan nodded and started looking for comfort. The child chose to sleep in Fisya's warm arms. Regan continued to watch the woman, making the man's mind wander. It seems that being in the position of Adnan lying in Fisya's arms is so comfortable – his mind wants the same thing as his son. After it was felt that Adnan had begun to feel comfortable, Fisya began to tell the story, "This story, Mother, has the title 'The Perfect Family'. This story begins—"

She asked. Immediately she did, he could feel his heart ricochet. At that moment, silence filled the room and she could feel it as it stretched between them and she realized that he was leaning closer to her. “You have to believe me, I am still very much involved with you." She muttered. She didn't know how else to make understand the entire situation, but in a way she could feel her soul unsettling. “ I want us to be perfect." Perfect? She stalled at the statement, in a way she wondered if this was the answer to all that was running through her mind, was there perfection to a storyline that seemed over?

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I started cursing myself for not being around him when he needed me the most. "I wanted a perfect life partner for myself. Your mom was perfect but she could never bear my perfection. So as Nova. Throughout my whole life, I learned a lesson. Two perfect people can never end up together, neither a perfect nor an imperfect person. Both need to be equally imperfect" Why does it feel so good now? While Hearing him like this my pain reduces a bit.

She breathed out. Her life felt so perfect it scared her so much. She had the husband of her dreams. He did everything right, and almost always said the right thing. It was as if she was some in some kind of fairytale dream and soon enough she’d wake up then it would all be gone. She fixed her hair and sat down as he showered. *** In Suncity, Love scrolled on her f******k lying on her bed. She paused coming across a post by some motivational speaker.

(THE PERFECT ONE) “THE perfect one.” Nate could only clench his hands into a tight fists. While he couldn’t dare to say a word, nor argue anymore with Haruna. All after what she just said to him and the truth that they are all approaching the end. “We both may be the offspring of the prominent ones in our respective world and book, but only one of us is the perfect one.” Haruna suddenly whispers. Holding back her emotions to draw that certain regret and pain not towards Haru, but all to herself. A fact that Nate is never dumb to not read and recognize, yet he chooses to stay silent regardless of things.

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

He began to speak again, his voice quieter now but still clear enough for everyone to hear. “I called this piece Perfection,” he said. “Not because the woman in it is flawless, but because she represents something perfect to me. Something rare. She’s strong, but gentle. She’s been through things, yet she still carries light. To me, she is perfection — not in the way the world defines it, but in the way she exists. She doesn’t have to try. She simply is.” I felt my eyes start to sting.

Mary always took everything……everything she owned was supposed to be hers, not Mary’s. So no……she wasn't wrong. She was only taking what belonged to her. She quickly called herself back and closed her eyes, pretending to shake in orgasm as she heard Alfred’s early grunts. He was done already……might as well not have started in the first place. She watched as he strolled to the bathroom and began to shower. Her phone beeped. It was her mother. “How is it going?” A message popped up “Perfect……just perfect” she replied and immediately deleted the message.

He took them like a priceless manuscript. Emilia leaned on the counter, watching him tuck the yellow rose behind the register, right where it would dry with the others—every one from every bouquet she’d brought him since she returned. “I got a letter today,” she said softly. Max raised a brow. She smiled. “From a reader. Said our story gave them hope. That maybe love doesn’t have to be perfect to be… everything.” Max reached for her hand, threading their fingers together. “It was never perfect,” he said. “But it was ours.”