Novelas y relatos de Jamie Miller Heres Your Perfect

she said all of a sudden , her eyes softened as she looked at me " I know what you are thinking , but don't think it like that , hurting someone is a part of being together with someone " " I'm afraid , I couldn't follow that " She laughed leading us towards the bar , where they were serving alcohol " you believe that love is perfect isn't it ? I did too until my parents well - you know fell apart , my mother always said that they were soulmates , she believed in those perfect fairy tales , and imparted the same to her daughters ." She paused , swirling her drink in her hand " before meeting you , I thought the same , all I wanted was a perfect life , a perfect soulmate - you know the one

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

Pink’s hit anthem “Perfect” rang out from Leesa’s cell phone, pulling her from her sleep. The song told her it was Cali on the other end. Leesa thought the line about people not liking the singer’s jeans and not getting her hair was the perfect ringtone for Cali, and Cali had laughed delightedly when Leesa told her about her choice.

She wore a black Chanel suit and a string of pearls, her hair in a perfect chignon. It was my mother, Elizabeth Morrison. She glided into the chaos, her eyes taking in the desecrated memorial, the shattered urn, the faces of her in-laws. Her gaze finally landed on Liam. "Who did you say died?"

Nonetheless, despite my furious struggles, I wasn't able to escape his grip. Smug delight flashed in Melissa's eyes. Locking my gaze with Liam's, I spat out, "Liam Yarrow, the thing I regret most in my life was joining your company back then…" Following a loud smack, my face whipped to the side with the force of the slap. Silence descended upon the room. Liam subconsciously released me, but his tone remained as arrogant and full of superiority as ever. "I can't just stand by and watch you continue to make mistakes."

The screen flickered to another channel, but the channel she changed it to was showing; “…and there she was last night, Ashley Miller, radiant and gracious, the Nation Beauty, accepting her award with effortless charm. She’s the real deal, a true beauty, unlike certain others who faked their way to fame…” Mia’s lips pressed into a thin line as she yanked the TV plug from the wall in anger, the room plunging into silence.

A DJ mixed music on a small stage, and posters plastered all over the front promised that it was the newest and hottest. From what I can see from here, the real music that will burst your eardrums will start in a bit because that man is preparing with all his equipment. What does it feel like to be surrounded by young people? It's not that I feel old, but after joining the mother's club, I feel a bit out of place. That must be normal for half of the percent of mothers because for the rest, they claim that the other part is insane for classifying themselves as perfect mothers.

Her fingers danced lightly over the keys, playing a lively piece. Hearing our footsteps, she looked up, surprise coloring her expression. "Randy?" I blinked. She said it so affectionately. Vivian Seiger was no longer the mischievous little girl from my memories. She had grown into a graceful young woman, her features carrying a touch of maturity and elegance.

The screen behind him lit up with photos he’d curated: a mom asleep on the couch with laundry still on the floor; a student eating cereal out of the box at midnight; a guy laughing in a wrinkled t-shirt, hair sticking up like he just rolled out of bed. “This is You First,” Jamie said. His voice gained strength. “Not curated perfection. Not airbrushed lies. Just people being people. And Franklin saying, we see you. We’re with you.” --- The room went quiet. Jamie’s pulse hammered. He tried not to fidget, gripping the marker so tightly his fingers ached. For a long moment, no one said anything. Then Amanda leaned forward, her boredom replaced with interest. “That’s… good.” Jamie blinked.

The chime of a video call shattered the night's silence. I pushed myself up from the floor, my knees leaving two damp spots on the expensive Persian silk. Tears or sweat, I could no longer tell. "Vivian, you look like hell." Mia's face appeared on the screen, her expression a mix of pity and fury. "I'm fine." The lie slipped out, a habit I was never good at. "Don't lie to me, honey," Mia said, her voice softening. "But you need to see this."