Here Perfect Lirik Novels & Stories

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.

he said, his voice low and smooth, like a distant rumble of thunder. I grinned, gesturing casually to the art installation hanging on the cafe wall—a two synchronized clock - The Perfect Lover. “But you’ve been here for hours. It’s cold, it’s raining, and…” I hesitated, glancing at the synchronized clocks mounted on the café wall. They were one of our signature decorations, labeled The Perfect Lover.” Logan’s gaze followed mine, landing on the clocks. He raised an eyebrow. “Perfect Lover?”

I bring her favorite white roses and tell her that there is still good in the world. I tell her that evil is always punished. And I tell her that good people are always remembered. Rest in peace, Mary. The world owed you justice, and I have delivered it.

If you only wanted her, then why did you even bother giving birth to me? Mom stood stunned, speechless. "When did we ever mistreat you? Both your dad and I treated both of you equally. And after we misunderstood Zora, we doted on you even more! What more could you possibly want?" "Why should I be satisfied?" Laila retorted. "So what if I had your love? She still had Simon. Why did she deserve an amazing man like him? Even without you two, she still had someone who loved her!" Tugging at her hair, she screamed hysterically, "She should've died! Everything she had should've been mine! Simon should've been mine!

The ultimate silence. Lyra turned her placid gaze back to them. “Your presence introduces variables. Your flawed songs threaten our perfection. You cannot stay. You must either join the Chord and be tuned to the Perfect Note, or you must leave.” The choice was presented without threat, without anger. It was a simple statement of fact. They were escorted back to the edge of the city, to the spot where they had arrived. The Perfect Note was a physical pressure, trying to smooth the rough edges of their own melodies, to calm the storm of their feelings into a flat, calm sea.

The sunset melted into the ocean, soft and golden. “why do you love me? ” she asked suddenly, her voice small. Chase chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Because you're perfect.” Perfect. There it was again. That word, like a knife laced in honey. Her smile faded slightly. “And if I wasn't perfect?” she asked softly “would you still love me?” He laughed, not realizing the weight of her words. “well then, I'd have to tarde you in. ” Her body stiffened just a little.

"I'm just tired from walking. Let's go home." He visibly relaxed and opened the car door for me. Before we could get in, a few excited girls ran over, pointing between us and the giant screen. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Ashford and Ms. Lane?" "The two of you are the couple everyone's talking about!" Their eyes sparkled. "You have to stay happy forever! Grow old together! Otherwise, we're never believing in love again!" I looked at Adrian upon hearing those words. It seemed he sensed it because he turned to look at me as well.

After the polite greeting came a prolonged silence. An old song was playing over the supermarket speakers, and customers would occasionally push a cart past us, the wheels rumbling as they went. "How… have you been?" he asked. "Pretty good." "Have you gotten used to Sorlington?" "Yeah, I have." Silence again. He looked down, then looked back up again. "What do you plan to do in the future?" "Graduate school."

“ I love you , I love you “ he kept repeating as he trailed kisses down my jaw , to my neck . “ I love you too “ I love him so much that I can feel my heart stop whenever I think a future without him , I can’t even imagine my world without him but it doesn’t matter anymore because he was here , with me . Even if we fuck up this thing that we have now , no matter how much we screw it up .., I could feel that we still will find our ways back to each other . Because even if it wasn’t perfect - and laden with imperfections , it was ours to keep .

said Cecep. "Crush?" Tukijo frowned and narrowed his eyes. The boy reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. His hand immediately moved to a colorful round icon. After Tukijo pressed the icon, he wrote the word 'crush' in the column with the magnifying glass. 'According to the Big Indonesian Dictionary (KBBI), a crush is someone who is attracted to or liked.'