Her Perfect Life Novels & Stories

“Yes, I can, but can’t you understand that your bubble suffocated me? I wanted so desperately to make you proud, to be the perfect wife, to hold my own beside you, to give you the beautiful mini Moore we both wanted—and I did want them too, I really did, but I needed to find my self-respect first. I never found it with you because the pressure of living up to the perfection of your life was just too much.’ The walls of the surrounding buildings seemed to close in on her, crowding her, squeezing her, like creatures from the horror film her fairy-tale marriage had turned into. She gazed at him, feeling an almost unbearable sadness loom down on her. He looked haggard, as if he’d been told his e

Whispering as her eyes glow with their bloody red nature, inside the small and dim place where the things that surround her are everything that comes to the fame and title of her life, the flowers, gifts, and the expensive applauds she lives her life in perfection. “Tick Tock, Tick-Tock, should I say?” as she giggles sinisterly in return. Looking at her reflection as she admires her perfect beauty, her scripted life, and her exchanged soul to make everything according to her wishes. “To have a perfect life, I will do everything even if I will exchange my soul to the devil himself.” Humming as she flips the pages of the magazine she stars and from the tons that prove the life she ever dreams

Unintentionally, I find myself sympathizing with her. “It must've been hard.” I lower my gaze a little. “Yes, it was. Because I'm so cute.” she laughs in a mildly self-deprecating way, and this time the sight of her isn't nearly as irritating as before. “But I don't think it can be helped. Nobody's perfect in life. Players in this game are weak, with ugly hearts, and they quickly turn to jealousy. They try to knock others down." "Yeah.." I'm not dreaming. Another human being is telling me this. And not just anybody, but Ms. Perfection herself!

Her eyes in his, but she searched them for words, he could see she wanted to deepen the explanation but couldn't find it. "I hope I have not cursed you" he said and she blinked, her attention here again "My life, If you want to call it that, is not perfect" "I know!" She said in that proper stern voice again "But who cares Vlad!? Have you ever heard the term two wrongs can make a right?" "No..." "My life was never perfect, even before you came, your life as you proclaimed is not perfect as well, but we share those two imperfect lives and together we'll find something perfect in it..."

I was about to turn my back, but Orion grabbed the wrist to help her stand up and begin to mess up her hair. "I object. Just take care of Oberon for now. He probably misses you so much." She smiled after realizing that everyone was laughing. It was hard not to stare at her, especially when her gaze met with mine and my heart started racing. I hadn't felt that for any other girls. "It's been a long time." That was the only thing that came to my mind at that moment. I missed her, so badly. She was wearing a white polo see-through top that was able to see the plain white tube she was wearing paired up with high-waisted skinny jeans and beige heels. I just found myself gawking at her the moment

I’m Every Woman Like many young girls, Dynasty, the driven CEO of Flawless, once dreamed of magical worlds filled with adventure. She imagined herself as a stunning model walking down Paris runways, enchanting everyone, or as a graceful ballerina dancing effortlessly on grand stages under bright lights. In her future dreams, she pictured herself as a loving wife, surrounded by the joyful laughter of children, creating a warm and happy home. Growing up under the care and support of Beverly and those around her helped Dynasty believe that true happiness and success were within her reach.

“You deserve a life. Not to live in the shadows.” She smiled faintly. “I’ll be fine. I just want to see him fall. For all the girls who didn’t make it out. For all the lives they snatched from us.” Then she pressed another key — and data began uploading to a secured server. A slow countdown appeared on screen. 48 hours until the full leak. “Let’s shake the world,” she said, then disconnected. The screen going blank again. I sat there in silence, the room suddenly too small for the weight of everything we were about to do.

She also added. "No way!!!" I screamed which made some people to look at me and some shook their head afterwards. My eyes met with his again as the glare he was giving me this time was more deadlier. He faced back afterwards. "Are you mad? Do you realise what you are saying? It definitely not going to happen." I said to her I saw a girl as she walked towards him, she looked very beautiful. Her blonde hair fitted her perfectly, the cloth she was putting on exposed her cleavages and it also has a slit making her thigh to be revealed.

My gaze wanders to the sky as the justice of the peace performs the ceremony. “Now is the time for the votes. I stand in front of her and look into her teary eyes. Cecilia takes a little puppy breath so as not to spill them before speaking. — I've always been the type of girl who dreamed of Prince Charming, of perfect love, free of drama, of a happy family. And you definitely didn't fit into any of that. ’ Everyone laughs, and I crack a smile, because it’s true. — It was when I met you that I discovered that love doesn't have to be perfect, it doesn't have to be one hundred percent correct. You are the perfect person for me, Thomas. Even though you were angry, stubborn, bossy, and stubborn,

She could also tell that Hamilton is the name of the same man that captured her. “I am a medical doctor, working in a hospital, everything in my life was going smoothly, I had a career that I loved, my parents and a man that I loved so much and was going to get married to but then suddenly my parents died in a car accident, I barely managed to pull myself together, encouraged by my fiancé Maven and then this, I was taken by Hamilton and his men and you know what’s worse, I have even threatened to do the work I was brought her to do else, my fiancé, Maven would be killed,” Clara told Monalisa. She felt that she needed to tell her story to her so that she could feel encouraged instead of want