Little Miss Perfect Lyrics Novels & Stories

If I were truly perfect, then the rest of my life would be a cakewalk. "They really love you, don't they? I love that we are who everyone else wants to be," Hunter whispers to me as he takes my hand. A loud clap echoes throughout the Model Perfect changing room. The dim lights are turned on, and Freddie comes walking toward me. "That was brilliant as always, Emma. It's good to see you, Hunter. I need to talk to Emma in private." "Yeah, sure, I was just on my way out." Hunter lets go of my hand, and I can tell by Freddie's eyebrow twitch that bad news is coming.

Xavier Just as I thought she was going to fall asleep again, she said she was ready to leave. I shoved down my disappointment and just nodded. I opened my arms so she could wriggle out, then smiled a little when she pulled at the blankets to cover her bare lower half. "Wait here, I'll grab you some clothes," I said. I swore internally as I stood up, adjusting my pants that were still painfully tight. "Okay," she squeaked out, her cheeks crimson.

she chirped. “Noor, you are crazy,” she shook her head in disbelief taking a sip of her milkshake. “I doubt he would look at me in that way. Noor, the man is perfect in everything. A man like him deserve great women not someone like me. Sometimes I really wish I was slimmer and sexy like you Noor.”

Looks like everybody was also having so much fun. "Your turn Gavin." Gabby said, handing over the microphone to her brother. "I'll pass Gab." He simply said. "Oh come on Gav. It's been forever since I last heard you sing. Please?" And that was Gabby just being Gabby. "It's okay Gabby. Maybe Sir Mitchel just isn't confident with his singing ability." Andrea said, trying to fan the flames. Gabby just kept on pleading and almost pestering Gavin about it that it didn't really give him that much of a choice.

I missed home—and I already missed Mira. But the second I pushed the door open, ready for something familiar, I stopped cold. Loree was on her knees at my doorstep. Messy. Crying. "What are you doing here?" I froze. The rush of coming home died fast, replaced by something heavy in my chest. She looked up. The light in her eyes was gone—just red veins and tears. "I'm back. I've got nothing left. You're all I have now. I know I messed up. I left you for someone who never deserved it. I really know I was wrong, Rowan. Please... give me another chance. Can you forgive me?"

And the wedding ring I'd spent five years trying to get Gloria to wear— In the video, their fingers were laced together. One big hand, one smaller hand. Matching rings caught the light on their fingers. That's when it hit me. It wasn't that she hated red. It wasn't that she hated guys who smoked. And it wasn't that she didn't want to wear a ring. It was because the person standing in front of her, asking those things from her... was me. She didn't love me. I sat there all night in a daze before accepting the system's offer and linking myself to the Perfect Partner Program.

Andrea was staring at the ceiling thinking when she grabs her phone and play music. Playing: Perfect by Pink Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second-guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

“You look perfect. Now, let's go" k

“They are perfect. This is perfect, my love.” THE END

My breath catches Because this time he is not promising perfection He is promising effort He is promising honesty He is promising us I step closer and rest my hand on his chest His heartbeat jumps Mine follows “You don’t have to be perfect” I whisper “You just have to stay You just have to choose us every day And I will choose you too” His throat moves hard His hands reach for mine slowly like he’s asking without words I let him hold me Because this time it feels right This time it feels earned This time it feels ours A soft ringing echoes from outside the hallway “They’re calling us” he says with a small smile “We should go down”