Her Perfect Life Novels & Stories

Maybe he ignores it and hopes for the best. "It's simply… wonderful." I'm not going to lie to him. "It's irritating and frustrating and passionate and comforting and outrageously perfectly imperfect." A smile slits my face thinking about my mate. "It's wonderful." I sigh. Nick looks deep in thought. "You'll find her. I promise. Just give her a chance." I kiss his cheek and he nods absentmindedly. "It's getting dark. Movie time!" I start swimming to the bank so we can go inside.

he cautioned. She shook her head. “I have endured enough from them……..I have sacrificed enough for them, my body, my life, my time, my love and now my company……I can't let them keep taking from me” she argued. Her chest tightened each time Alfred's thought and face flashed through her mind. The pain of imagining that the only man she had ever loved……would have sacrificed her life for had ordered for her death was driving her crazy. She had given everything……everything she could ever give, even to Selena…..she had given her a kidney, what more did they want her to do before they could approve of her, let her live in perfect peace.

No matter how perfect she is. It's a shame I wasn't looking for a perfect girl or on the perfect time to settle down. She would be the kind of girl, the right girl, the one you brought home to meet your parents. It's a shame too, really, that I don't have any of them. It's totally a shame that her perfection is only right for right now. ****

After many years of chasing her dreams she decided to stop being a perfectionist, to stop trying to be the very best in everything she does. Jo wanted to put her big dreams aside for a little while. She had realised that she needed to live life to the fullest and forget about perfection. After all, nobody is perfect. Jo needed to reset and she planned to do this far away from her normal, everyday life. She took a few days off and decided to visit friends, most of whom she hadn't seen for years. That's when the trouble began.

“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

Perfectly satisfying. But fast on the heels of that thought was another. Her smile dropped away. She sat up, snapping the book closed. She wasn't supposed to enjoy being with him. In reality, he wasn't supposed to be perfect. He was supposed to be a disappointment. That was the plan, wasn't it?

"He said his mom is the most important person in his life. As soon as we get her approval, we're filing for divorce!" "Then, I'll be the official Mrs. Liam Vance!" "And you? You'll just be a footnote in his life. A pathetic tool!" "HAHAHAHAHA!" After reading everything, I put my phone down. No anger, no sadness. Not even surprise. I just found it ironic. Deeply ironic. I picked up my phone and sent her a single reply. "What a shame. You'll never get her approval."

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.

“What do you want?” “I want your life!” Mia glared at me with burning eyes, “I used to keep asking myself if I did something wrong to make my parents abandon me. Why can your life be bright and beautiful, while I am as bad as a pool of sewage? This is not fair at all!” “My life is not as perfect as you think,” I told her patiently, “This is Mikeal's revenge on our mother. Not only did he kill our mother, but he also made my life miserable. I've lost more than you. Mia, we're all victims.”

I saw sadness. She had not looked at a guy since her Damie. "Aww, someone got a crush..." I said, bumping into her shoulder; I saw her blush and then turned away from him. "Huh?" I heard her say, trying not to blush, but it was too late. I already saw her face red. "Aww, you like him, don't you? Yeah, you liked the new hottie." I said, smiling over at her. What? No- I mean, he reminds me of-