Romans & histoires Her Perfect Life

“I know and hey guess what Angel said to me?” “What did she say?” “She said not everyone can be perfect like you and I.” “Who is perfect ? Belle and Camilla? since when.” I ask laughing “Exactly.” “That girl has a lot to learn about life. We look like we have it together but man we make mistakes too. We fall, we cry, we rise and shine brighter than the last time because life goes on and there is absolutely nothing we can do or fix by dwelling so we just let things be.” “Yes but she still thought about it. I couldn't help but laugh because I am far from perfect. The only thing perfect about me is my wardrobe. Wait, no it's not even perfect, I have some terrible clothing.” Mia echoes laughter

Marcus I was on a permanent high. Life was great. I have finally found my place, and I couldn’t be happier. We settled on a routine we would wake up with someone giving someone a blow job, shower together, then I would made breakfast while Simon got ready either for the office in town or the house office. We had breakfast together and, if he was working from home, lunch as well. Dinner is always in front of the Tv as we watch a show together. We had finished BBT, and now we were watching Young Sheldon, and yes, we are obsessed with the show. We cuddled and made out before heading to bed for more of the same. We hadn’t had penetrative sex yet, but we had done everything else, and it’s been gr

I hated nothing more than those words. "But it's true!" She shakes her hand away from mine. "I'm not going to lie about it and pretend I'm all perfect. There's absolutely nothing wrong with you. It's me, not you," "No," "Don't sell me that bull crap. I don't buy it," I look at her. "Perfect? Perfect Kelly? Do you know what perfect is? Do you know how it looks like because it sure does not look like this. You look into my eyes, you're apart of my life and you call it perfect? How can it be so perfect if I'm unhappy,"

"Why people think I'm made of metal? Metal melt too and I was melting. And the fire was people comment." She blinked sadly. "Because sometimes people think your life is too perfect." That's the problem. I wanted everything perfect, my clothes, life, boyfriend, my career but I was lacking behind at something. I wanted a perfect life and I was crawling to get it. But it wasn't going on perfect.

Oh, come on. "She broke the flower vase on his head? Is she mad or something?" "Exactly. That was how she ruined a perfectly fine shoot for us. We did this shoot like two months ago and now, it just got released." I looked at the picture on Aminah's screen. It was Tamara Wright with her mother, all bright smiles, all perfect bodies and poses, all perfect net worth and connection. She even made it to Africa's 30 under 30 at age 14 and yet, I wonder if there was more to all her perfect life.

“My Forever Love” I guess there was truth in the saying if life were perfect, it would be boring. I watched her walk towards Blake. She sat on his lap, weaved her hands around his neck, and kissed him on his lips. It was not just a kiss, she molded her mouth into him, and my eyes flicker, mouth open as I thought he answered that passionate kiss. I stopped breathing and felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. Do you know the feeling that you can hear them, but you seem to be far away? It was exactly what I was feeling right now. I didn’t know it was possible to have that extreme pain yet not feel it.

Years since her heart broke in that very living room. She drew in a slow breath. You're not here to prove anything, she reminded herself. You're not that girl anymore. The one who cried herself out of here. You are Amelia Rodriguez. You are a mother. You are the president of Wellington Holdings. You are your own woman—and no one gets to dictate your value ever again. Not even him. The gate groaned open. Her heels made soft echoes as she traversed the front yard. It was still perfectly maintained—the hedges cut, the marble lion statues, the very same old bench she and her father would sit on under the moonlight when she was sixteen, sharing stolen laughter together.

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

I was praying that this woman wasn't attractive but I guess my prayer wasn't loud enough to be heard. Because the woman that was standing in front of me was the perfect epitome of beauty. Her pearl white skin and long curly hair were hard not to notice, Her cup C breast and round butt also added to my insecurities. Why did she have to be this perfect? "You must be, tonia!". she happily greeted me before giving me a big hug. "I'm Lilian, I didn't know it was you on the phone. I'm sorry, it was just a joke. I hope I didn't offend you?". she said.

She wasn’t sure if vengeance was the right motive for giving up her perfect life but she needed to make Doris suffer and if that meant she had to give up that perfect life then that is exactly what she was going to do and she was going to do it over and over again until she got what she wanted. “You were the last one to make it out. What happened? What took you so long? We got worried about you!” Jared said to her. “I had some visitor offering me a perfect life and I turned it down because I knew that I still had to keep an eye on you so that you don’t murder yourself while I am away. Be grateful for that. Also, the offer is still open so don’t annoy me. My pe