Her Perfect Life Novels & Stories

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.

When I found out I was going to die, I accepted it with ease. My mate, Simon Knightley, came to me with a sullen expression and said, "Zora, Laila has been in poor health since birth. She's an Omega with the weakest healing ability. "One of her kidneys is failing, and she needs a transplant to survive."

she pushes a tendril of her hair behind her ear. "So, the boxing gym?" I ask again. "I don't know these kind of things" she frowns "Ask Jamie, he should know" "He boxes?" I ask "There's a lot you don't know about Jamie yet, Dan" she sighs dreamily "He's perfect" I hate to admit it but he actually seems to be a little perfect, as she says. "Okay, I'm gonna go now" I bid her goodbye "Have fun in school" "Sure" she slurs

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

“I’m not fucking perfect, Ronan. I’ve spent my whole life trying to be. And it’s exhausting. It’s a lie.” He says nothing, just stands there, dripping and waiting. “My mom thought if I just stayed calm, got good grades, smiled enough, kept the younger kids quiet, it would stop dad getting angry.” Ronan is looking shell-shocked. “If I was flawless, then good things would follow. But they never. They just fucking never. Then I rush into a fairytale because we’re being goofy together, and he loves me not being perfect.” “Serena…” “Then I get to Hale Mansion and I have to be perfect again. And I’m pregnant. Everyone loves me until I lose the baby. Then I’m like a disease to them.”

Precap: Suicid Pr I was looking for my friends..where the hell are they..but suddenly I bumped into someone..not someone but someone actually bumped into my long legs..she fall down before I can hold her.. I saw her..she is on verge of crying but when she saw me she was shocked Aww she is soo cute..chubby cheeks..big doe eyes..cute height.. I think she is ten years old with short height..with long hair and milky white skin. I immediately lifted her in my arms..she is still looking shocked..then I asked.."Are you fine baby..why were you running..what is your name..and why are you shocked honey.."..then she blinked her eyes cutely and said.

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..."

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!

“All of this, it’s…. It’s not what I envisioned, actually.” I try not to topple her as I jerk up. Fuck. She hates it. I could have sworn she would like it. I start to panic at the colossal waste of money this all was– “Perrin?” She says gently, sensing my alarm. She hooks her fingers underneath my chin and forces me to look at her, her eyes full and honest. “It’s not what I envisioned because I could never have dreamed of something this perfect. It’s wonderful, and I love that you did that for us.” Her other hand has drifted towards her stomach, which, in the firelight, seems to have grown into the smallest of bumps.

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