Just The Nicest Couple Novels & Stories

Just my luck, because right there at the end of the hallway, standing far too close for my liking, were Tristan and Nancy. She was brushing something, imaginary, I was sure, off his shirt and laughing like he had just told the funniest joke in the world. Her long fingers lingered on his chest, her glossy red hair falling to one side as she tilted her head and smiled up at him like she belonged there. They looked like they belonged together. Like the perfect power couple. The sight of them sent a sharp, bitter ache through my chest, but I brushed it off, pretending not to care. I kept walking, my chin high, my expression blank, and all I wanted was to pass them in peace.

Some had confusion written over their faces, some had the look of surprise, some had the look of horror and those were Aiden, Caleb, and Sofia. “Come up here, let everyone get to see the soon to be married couple” They both walked with their hands still entwined together to the stage with smiles on their faces. From everybody’s point of view, they are one happy couple but they both want the day to end already so they can stop this pretense. “Look at them with the glow looking so happy and in love,” the MC said and Dimitri had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. “'In love’ my foot” he muttered so low he thought no one would hear him, but Audriana heard him.

But nothing can make me unsee the Emperor and Heather, at the utmost center of the dancefloor. The dull, familiar ache settles in my chest the moment my eyes find them. They are indeed the most stunning couple. Both beautiful, reputable and powerful. Everyone adores them and that is why the cheers are so loud when the Emporer hoists her up and spins her around. They are perfect for each other.

It was a sight to behold, and one couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly optimistic about the power of love and the beauty of life. The couple's movements on the dance floor were truly remarkable. Their bodies moved in perfect unison, gliding effortlessly across the floor as the tempo of the music changed. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and the woman couldn't help but laugh as her husband caught her smoothly, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony once again.

I got to go now, I need to arrange my stuffs in the closet. Okay. Bye. I hung up and dropped my phone on the bed sighing. I heard the door in the living room open and I guessed Jace was back. I walked out of the room and I saw him sit on the couch tiredly. "Where did you go?" I asked approaching him. "Out why?" He asked looking at me. "You didn't tell me you were leaving." I said folding my hands. "Well the last time I checked, we aren't real couples and no one Is around now, so stop acting like

he suggested. "Actually, we are together. She's my woman" Allen replied. He wasn't going to keep shut anymore. Nicole is beautiful and attractive. "Oh! I don't know. You both will make a great couple and your kids are going to look so beautiful" Mr Patrick stated. "We already have two kids," Allen said, holding Nicole's hand. Nicole smiled and glanced at him. Allen also wanted to glance at her and their eyes locked. They both smiled at each other. The older couple admired them and saw how lovely the younger ones were. Allen and his wife definitely love each other.

Now I remembered seeing her pictures everywhere, though they never quite captured the effortless elegance she radiated in person. Then came the comments that twisted the knife deeper. “Look at them,” a man chuckled beside me, leaning towards his partner. “They’re perfect together, aren’t they? A true power couple. ” Another woman giggled, “I’ve been shipping them for ages! Damien and Vivienne, it just sounds right!”

His face wasn’t visible, but his broad shoulders, his signature black suit—it was obvious who he was. Her caption was simple. “The best things in life come when you least expect them. #MyPerfectMan #Blessed” Her phone vibrated almost immediately. Star Scoop: Consider it done. She leaned back against the couch, smiling to herself. By morning, the internet would be buzzing with headlines. Brayden Giovanni and Victoria Monroe—the perfect power couple.

"Let's get going, Alpha. The stores won't stay open forever." He held my hand firmly as we entered the mall, deliberately taking the longest possible route to every section. To the eyes of every onlooker, we were the picture-perfect couple—a powerful Alpha and his beautiful mate, browsing the shops in a display of domestic bliss. I could feel the envious glares of the women and the respectful nods of the men. It was a lie, but it was a beautiful one.

And of course, every time the couple was mentioned, it was something about their relationship. The comments were flooded with shippers willingly witnessing their public display of affection. "Damn, I ship this couple so much!" "Be it their appearance or skills, Lucille and Spencer are a perfect match for each other. Just what an amazing couple they are!" "Holy crap, the way they gaze at each other! I'm smiling so much that I'm getting a cramp." "Their relationship is basically like a soap opera that we have to fill in with our imagination." Spencer said with his low, magnetic voice, "It's up to you."