Her Perfect Life Novels & Stories

She breathed out. Her life felt so perfect it scared her so much. She had the husband of her dreams. He did everything right, and almost always said the right thing. It was as if she was some in some kind of fairytale dream and soon enough she’d wake up then it would all be gone. She fixed her hair and sat down as he showered. *** In Suncity, Love scrolled on her f******k lying on her bed. She paused coming across a post by some motivational speaker.

everything's perfect" variety, mind you. Babes, how are you?" Haley thought about the query. She seemed genuinely joyful. After years of perseverance, forgiveness, and daily selection, her marriage to Rhett was stronger than before. Her son was healthy, intelligent, and full of curiosity. Her business was flourishing. Her family was secure, her friendships were strong, and her life was— "Perfect," she eventually murmured. "Vance, everything is flawless. I have to pinch myself sometimes to make sure I'm awake.” Vance examined her face, his sharp eyes looking for any sign of dishonesty. He grinned when he saw none. "Excellent. Haley, you deserve perfection. You deserve all the joy this world h

I just let her because I can not even finish it. “Yes, that is the person”. Mariquita confirms her statement. “He looks very attractive”. Andrea says. “With a nice body”. I add. “And luscious lips”. Mariquita completes and we all giggle like a bunch of middle school girls fantasising over a hot male actor.

"She wasn't perfect. And she thought us to always see the light, something her mother thought her. I couldn't imagine the smile on her face right now-" "She relapsed, she became an addict. She was a stripper, she wasn't perfect but she lived a better life than most of us-" "That is what made her perfect. Her flaws and her imperfections. She always wanted a happy ending, one that she really didn't get" "I hope she does get that in the afterlife. Ruby lived and she lives on. In our heart" I concluded before dropping the microphone to their applauds. I heaved a deep breath, not realizing tears streamed down my cheeks. But i smiled.

Exactly on her birthday, she gave birth to her beautiful baby with her husband besides her. Her husband’s name was Camden and he had been over the moon. The day after Peyton gave birth, Camden met up in a fatal accident and died. Peyton hadn't even shed a tear. All she did when the news were delivered to her, was look down at her baby in her arms with a small smile before she cooed at the unsuspecting baby. Three years younger than Peyton is, Penelope and Xavier's other daughter, Heidi. Heidi is the overachiever of the family. While Peyton is the face of the Huxx business, I do not doubt one bit that Heidi is the brains of the operation.

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?

' And you just wanted to say, 'bitch, shut up,' while you're panting after ten minutes of brisk walking. It just wasn't for her. Good intentions failed at the sight of so much perfection. She needed a small place where it didn't seem that people were there for the purpose of making a hook-up. She could deal with a handful of perfect people, but not fifty of them.

It started with sincere love and kindness because doing such things costs you nothing. Thanks to Mr. Stephen, people like him made me a princess overnight. And those that had given up on love, destiny, family and hope... I've come to realize that nobody is left behind. No matter how perfect, or imperfect you think you are. I want you to know that life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly…but merely to be LIVED. Boldly, wildly, beautifully, uncertainly, imperfectly, magically LIVED. Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same. There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman bei

It is not the happy ever after as portrayed in the movies but a facade. Love is a weapon of weakness that is only of benefit to those who seek to exploit it. “Miss Waters.” Carlos called. No response. “Miss Waters.” No response. “Miss Ivy Waters!” He called with a loud voice, pulling her out of her thoughts. Ivy jerked at the sound of his voice. She didn't realize she had been so lost in her own little world. Whatever the case, she didn't feel guilty or embarrassed for it. Still, she had to play the part.

“I’ll protect her. I’ll do it with my life, I promise. No one will touch her. I just… I want her, man. I want her to be mine. Forever mine.” “Even if she doesn’t know anything about this dangerous world of ours? Even if it means she’ll be a target for your enemies across the globe? You’ve never had a weakness, but this girl—you’ve known her for less than forty-eight hours, and I can already tell she’ll be your undoing.” “If she’ll be my Delilah, so be it,” I said with a small, almost resigned smile. I’d never thought about how I’d die, but I always wanted to choose. Yet now, I wouldn’t mind leaving my life in her hands if that was what she wanted.