Meant To Be You Novels & Stories

“You are perfect.” *~ The End ~*

Endure everything. TO BE CONTINUED

And for the first time in my life, I was exactly who I was meant to be. THE END..

“No matter how Impossible, Unattainable, or Unimaginable something may seem. If it's meant to be, it will be.” *********************** "We had an expiration date. We both knew it but didn't want to acknowledgment it. This wasn't meant to work out. The worst part is...you are perfect! You are everything a girl could ever ask for; smart, kind, funny, sweet, hot, nice to everyone. You are the whole package. I don't....I don't fit with you."

You and I were meant to be. I will have it all. But I have to wait. Not for you and that wretched fake bitch to break up. No, but just wait.

Now I would do anything to trade this for intensity. I searched my head frantically for something nice and cheesy. Something from all the romantic short stories I'd been stuffing my brain with. "Um... Just be you. Have you ever heard of the phrase: Be-You-Tiful?" "No." It was my turn to give a smile, "Great. Let's try that. Maybe that's what you've been missing. Maybe that's what he wants to see. Maybe all it takes is for you to just show him that you're quite confident in who you are."

I just wanted to yell out loud in frustration and hit something so hard. Piece of advice. Never fall in love with your best friend. Or anyone to be honest!

I didn't care, I told her I would get him. I drove home and went straight to my bed, I couldn't stop thinking and daydreaming about Leo. You might be wondering how I got to know him. I am Mia and people always say I'm beautiful when they see me. I wasn't born into a rich family but I worked so hard to make it in life and I was one of the best sales and marketing consultants in my former company. I have my own house and car and I take very good care of my parents. I love them so much, especially my mum. She worked so much to help me achieve my dreams.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭..

Alex’s pov “By being you,” he said, as if it were obvious. “The you that you are with me. The one who isn’t scared of them. Taking your job seriously. Not for them, for yourself. Building something they can’t deny. That’s yours.” It had never been phrased that way to me before. Not as a creation, but as a construction. I nodded. “Okay, I can try.” He smiled at me again with an understanding smile and said: “I believe you can.”