Novel & Cerita Dona Perfecta

The camera framed her in some kind of industrial cathedral, stone walls, iron beams, candles flickering like it was a grotesque chapel, and behind her stood Bianchi. His white suit was immaculate, his silver hair combed back, but his skin sagged, sallow, as though time itself was devouring him alive. Machines beeped faintly at his side, wires running from his chest to a black, humming unit on wheels. His smile was the smile of a man with nothing left to lose. “Talana Fabrizio,” his voice drawled, amplified through the speakers of their SUV as if mocking distance itself. “The world’s new saint. The Dona. You wear the fire well, girl, but saints don’t last long in a world of devils.”

(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.

"And you, Perfect, any news?" "No, Melissa, no news." He took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Little Renata, my beautiful, stay calm because I brought the perfect donor for your boyfriend. Actually, I found sixteen perfect donors, but this one here is the most perfect of all." Enzo smiled and went to hug Renata. "This is Perfect, also answers to Joe Michael Rossi. He's one of the directors at Lynx and has the same blood type as Breno. He already made a direct donation. Vince really wanted an exact compatibility donor, so who did I find? Perfect."

Vittoria Guerra had always been the perfect weapon. Now, she would finally be put to use.

The redhead, Sophia, pressed herself against the elevator wall, her eyes wide with excitement. She loved watching men fight over a woman. "Your world?" Julian chuckled softly. "Mr. Costello, I'm afraid you're mistaken." His hand found my back, a simple touch that sent a shiver through me. "The lady has already made her choice." A flash of raw murder crossed Damien's eyes. "A choice? She has no idea what she's choosing." "Maybe you should ask her," Julian said, not moving an inch. He was still a wall in front of me.

Even as he said the words, he had no idea how he was going to keep them. ... Across the city, Bianca stood in front of the mirror. She adjusted the sleeves of her cream blazer. Then she stopped. Ethan's voice slipped into her mind. She's so fat. She's not even my type. Her hands froze. A knock came at the bedroom door. "You ready?" Her mother stepped inside. Bianca forced a smile. "Almost." Elena walked over and gently fixed a strand of her daughter's hair. "You look beautiful." Bianca looked away. "I know what you're doing."

[note to QI: above line says perfume too, so I kept this neutral/vague by changing to liquid] She then glared at me and asked, "Did you tamper with the perfume, Helena?" I shrugged my shoulders, looking completely innocent. "What on earth are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're getting at, Queenie? Is it possible that your perfume has simply gone bad?" Queenie asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you realize that the person who uses this perfume can't actually smell it? How did the perfume I gave you end up on my vanity, Helena?"

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

I was in Kola kitchen cooking when I received the first call. The gas was on, soft music was playing on the stereo which was connected to my phone Bluetooth, I was in comfy clothes which usually means one of Kola oversized t-shirts that look big on him and practically drowns me, I was dancing along to the song in a beat that made no sense, something I wouldn’t have done if Kola was present, as far as he is concerned, me and the music is one so I never go off beat… well, a girl has to keep some secrets.

So far. At Camp Unplugged, that isn’t the only scoop on the counselor. Rumor has it that, when Ms. Perfect was in her 20s, she was in love with a guy and tried to elope with him. Her mother, Mrs. Blanca, found out and ended the relationship by filing a restraining order on the guy. Ms. Perfect has remained single ever since.