Her Perfect Life Novels & Stories

Completing today's broadcast and getting all the work done, she goes to home, drove her car, she was very tired, had no other destination and no one had to be invited to celebrate her victory today, Liz offered at first but suddenly there was an important business, so...this is her life, people see her perfect, have everything, but who knows only herself, that know life is not perfect

He continued quietly, "Her family favors boys over girls. They barely even give her enough money for tuition. If you're not there with her, she won't be able to survive redoing another year." It felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my head. So in his eyes, my future, my three years of hard work, and my score of 626 were all inconsequential because Nicole had "had it hard". My voice came out surprisingly calm. "Preston, do you pity her or do you like her?" He didn't answer. Instead, he said, "Fi, you're being unreasonable." Tears started falling again. I raised my hand and wiped them away.

Just like life had been unfair to many people, would she say she was unfortunate to be among those people life was unfair to? But life didn't end. She had been told many times she was going to be fine. She had Nate. Who would turn the world around for her as long as she remained the perfect girlfriend. Many had none, but she had someone who loved her to the moon and back. And why is that? Because she was perfect. But was she really perfect? Would he stop loving her once he found out about her imperfections? Would she be as lonely as everyone else life had been unfair to… if he left her?

Her sandy hair fell in lazy waves across her shoulder, and her green eyes flicked up, scanning me like she was reading every thought I wasn’t speaking out loud. “So,” she said, her tone light but sharp, “Mr. Perfect dumps you because you don’t fit his ‘ideal’? Classic.” I sighed into my coffee. “Can we not call him Mr. Perfect? It’s starting to feel ironic.” She tossed her phone onto the nightstand with a soft thud. “Fine. Mr. Shallow. Mr. Emotionally Unavailable. Mr. Needs Therapy. Better?” I let out a snort, the smallest flicker of amusement breaking through my exhaustion. “Accurate.”

Hermione. It rhyme with everything relating her. Her unlimited beauty, goddess voice, hypnotic brown eye's and dimpled smile She really is unique. Her life seems perfect. Am certain she live a pain, stress and suffering excluded life. Joy and merriment must be the order of her days. Happiness in a word is her life summary. She ain't a god forsaken omega disappointment whose birth is a total failure. Never does her thoughts habour pains or suffering. Never have she been whipped multiple times.

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

I asked, trying to sound casual. "Not bad," Matteo's voice was excited. "We've had a major breakthrough. The anti-aging serum... in a few years, we could push the human lifespan to 200." "That sounds amazing." "The only problem is we're lacking key clinical data," he sighed. "We need a lot of volunteers to perfect the formula." Just then, the villa door opened. Bianca, wearing a white bikini, walked toward us. "Sorry to interrupt," she purred. "I just got off the yacht."

I have no idea what to expect, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to stop trying! I want to be perfect! I need to be! I want to put that Amber brat in her place, I want my parents to value me, I want aunt Gloria to eat her words about me back, I want Damien to love me as I love him, and more… I want to be a worldwide icon. I want to be perfect in every way. To make history. I must be acknowledged. I'm done living like this! I love my job. I'm a model, and I love what I do. But with a family like mine, especially with aunty Gloria around, you end up feeling like crap, and then you're not so sure if you even enjoy what you do anymore.

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

"Finally my perfect life was falling into place. I had my bachelor's degree, a wealthy and handsome husband, a beautiful daughter. A roof over my head, warm blankets and hot water to relax me after a stressful day. I had the perfect family. The perfect life even." "Was it so bad that I wanted those things forever? That I'd do anything to keep it so perfect? A dream that had looked so far out of my reach was now right in front of me. Was it so bad that I didn't want you to struggle the way I did?" Her teary eyes penetrated me across the table. "I never meant to make you resent me over the years Arabella- I just-" She sniffs. "I never resented you mother, " I admitted, my voice stuffy with emo