Adn Perfecto Novels & Stories

He was special and all hers. Max loved how Adriana's cries of pleasure filled his ears,how she met every plunge with one of her own.He'll never get tired of her,of holding her in his arms,of making love to her,of hearing her scream out in pleasure when she reaches her peak. She was unique one of a kind,one of the reasons he fell for her.When it comes to her there's nothing he wouldn't do for her,together they were perfect she was made for him.No other can be compared to her because they won't match her she is beyond perfect.

Untouched by truth. Perfect.

he pants between licks, “you’re gonna kill me.” His moans grow louder, swallowed against my chest. My nails claw his shoulders, dragging down his back. “Fuck—you’re perfect—” His voice is wrecked, broken. “Say it louder.” “You’re perfect,” he groans, hips snapping up into me. “So fucking perfect.” “Yes—fuck—harder—” My body shudders, orgasm building fast. “god, Adrian—yes—yes—” I scream, clenching around him. My orgasm rips through me, body trembling, shaking against him.

Love had changed him that thoroughly. Several minutes later, dawn slowly began appearing beyond the nursery windows. Soft blue light touched the ocean. The house grew quiet. Peaceful again. Then Elena whispered: "You know what tonight taught me?" "What?" "That we're not going to do everything perfectly." God. Adrian nodded slowly. Because that was true. There would be mistakes. Wrong guesses. Hard nights. Fear. Then softly she continued: "But we're always going to try." God. That sentence physically settled into him. Because maybe perfect parents didn't exist.

She looked at the figure even though it wasn't very clear, she could see a black pair of gorgeous eyes, a straight pointed nose, full luscious kissable lips and he clearly is a handsome dude. "I don't mind at all" she responds coming out of the survey class with his body. "You are a beauty, my dear; Forgive my manners, dear, my name is Kola. I'm an IT consultant." He yelled because of the loud music blasting from the speakers. "Nice meeting you, Kola, I'm__ " "Chimamanda Jean Odenigbo second daughter of the business magnate Uche Odenigbo." He completed it as if he was reciting A,B,C.

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

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.

Alfred was saying but she couldn't concentrate on his speech. Selena was looking at her….with a smirk. Had it been their plan all along? “Welcome the new Mrs Anderson!” Were the last words she heard before she passed out. She woke up in a room she didn't recognize immediately. It was quiet and her heart still hurt. Her phone beeped on a table and she grabbed it. She had been out for almost an hour. The conference was likely over.l She climbed down from the bed and walked towards the door. “I told you he was up to to no good”

This was war. And Carl Anderson had no idea what kind of warpath I was capable of. Had no idea that I’d do everything it takes till I got my perfect little revenge.

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