Jamie Miller Heres Your Perfect Novels & Stories

AUTHORS QUOTE: Twinkle, Twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. Have you wondered what you are? Don't judge others without checking your last footprint. The music "Perfect by Ed Sheeran" plays calmly on the background as Amber step into Ramada Plaza, on a white sandal-like wedge heels, black mini sleeveless Rosie Asuolin dress, black midi handbag, her hair were properly gathered with beautiful hairpins, and a warm applied makeup; with confident strides she approached the reserve table as the waitress ushers her in.

at the couples and realized that Jessica was the only single one in their group now. The thought that someone might one day do this for her made him kind of mad. Of course, he wants her to find love someday but why does the thought make him angry? When she stared back at him, he could not help but notice how charming she looks. The best way to describe her is a little of everything. She was everything a girl wants to be , she has every feature and qualities in a moderate way. She is in the middle. She is perfect and any guy that does not see how amazing she is is probably too blind to see it. “Let’s pop the champagne” Luke’s voice interrupted their stare contest as everybody gathered aroun

"Perfect." Millie replied, "I don't need you to flatter me. I know I'm perfect." Winston chuckled. "Be humble." "No."

Melissa “What are you doing here?” I stared at her, surprised that she was here. “Maybe looking at a home that could have been mine? Maybe in search of the man who used to be mine? Maybe just in need of answers” She was wearing a pale yellow colored Gucci suit and black Jimmy Choo heels . Her hair, which had always been styled perfectly, fell loosely around her shoulders and her make up was done perfectly. I still sometimes found it hard to believe how beautiful she was.

I go into his shorts and remove the cigarettes. "I don't want you smoking until the party, deal," I ask while sticking the cigarettes into my purse? "Whatever you say, Emma." I stand on my tiptoes, and my live stream video begins to play. "Hello, everyone. It's me, Emma, streaming live from the Model Perfect headquarters. I'm with Hunter today, and he has some amazing news to tell you."

I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Becca, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs." "Josh?"

My cousin used my gaming account to start an online relationship with one of my teammates. However, after video calling her, he decided she was too gorgeous to be real. "A girl that hot wouldn't need to date online. She'd have enough guys chasing her to fill a stadium. It's gotta be a face filter. Just go meet her for me, bro. If she's busted in person, I'll actually throw up." In my last life, I turned him down. He was too much of a coward to go himself, so he just sent her a breakup message and called it done. Yet when he later found out that his online girlfriend really was that stunning in person, he turned all his rage on me and shoved me off a building. "If you'd gone to meet her fo

“I’m just giving them a plot.” Mika, already halfway up the steps to a weapons boutique, muttered, “Can we please just shop? I need new throwing knives. The last set got bloodstained.” “Again?” Miriam asked, adjusting her oversized blazer. “You go through knives like normal people go through socks.” “Knives are more useful,” Mika deadpanned. Before they could enter the first store, a voice chimed out like fake pearls over crystal. “Fiero.” Hannah Miller appeared—glossed lips, black bodycon dress, confidence that didn’t quite cover desperation. Her heels clicked against the stone walkway like applause she hadn’t earned.

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

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