Jamie Miller Heres Your Perfect Novels & Stories

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.

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."

She is my drug, my sweet addiction, my divine kiss and my only downfall. "My love, everything I do is worth it, you'll see that you won't regret it," I hold her tightly in my arms, my nose in her perfumed hair, "I promise that today you will be the only precious jewel that my heart, mind and body will desire to pamper and have."

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."

she hadn't felt this liberated in years. As she stood, staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, she understood why the doctor had called her a fighter. Well, she was. The night was cold and thick when she stepped into the dark. There weren't any cars in sight. If they wanted her dead, she may as well come in the night as a ghost. Her heart rammed into her ribs as the thought of what she was going to do ran through her mind. She was going to come face to face with her parents one last time…….what would their reaction be like?

She smiles and then says, “Now, that is perfection. If I ever saw it, am I right?” I pull my eyes from the mirrors when I hear both Jess and Jade agree with her. Melissa then looks at Zaire and Farris. I look over at them as well and smile as they stand there with their mouths wide open, seeming to be lost for words.

No matter how perfect she is. It's a shame I wasn't looking for a perfect girl or on the perfect time to settle down. She would be the kind of girl, the right girl, the one you brought home to meet your parents. It's a shame too, really, that I don't have any of them. It's totally a shame that her perfection is only right for right now. ****