Mr Perfect Novels & Stories

(Robert Corn) The person before Robert were just unbelievably perfect and too beautiful and elegance, But from his dressing and voice, clearly he’s a man, since Robert doesn’t want to offend anyone, he carefully addressed this person. “Yes, It’s Mister..Mies…Mies Sai..the president of Virtue Financial…do you want to eat first..or get down straight to business…either way..it’s fine by me…”. (Mies)

“Our… Aariz?” Mr. Mishra grinned. “Aariz Sheikh Pataudi. A billionaire. I saw the article—single, reclusive, and crazy successful.” For a second, they both stared at the screen in awe. Meera finally chuckled, “I always said he was different. So calm, so well-mannered.” Mr. Mishra added slyly, “And unmarried.” “Don’t start,” she warned. But she couldn’t help it—a seed of admiration had taken root. The tenant they thought was an ordinary bachelor had suddenly turned into a dream son-in-law material. Quiet. Respectful. Filthy rich.

No distractions… Mr. X (online) — Is that the only reason? I hope this has nothing to do with our “joke”… Or something I did… Thalia (online) — Just that, X. You were perfect. It has nothing to do with you. If you want to keep talking to me, just add me on MSN. My name is daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Mr. X (online) — All right, then goodbye, Dalia Penedo Salazar.

Mr Hart said. He was feeling so disappointed that he rose and added, “I must meet Richard this instant. He must tell me what I have done wrong to deserve the injury he'd inflicted on my son!”. Mrs Hart hurried after her husband when she saw that he was already leaving. Now she knew that he wasn't joking about what he had just announced. On his way, Mr Hart took out his cell phone from his pocket and messaged Raquel, telling her to send him Richard's location. .

The man peered outside to look for master. Master? Who on earth was called master? In this day and age? “He’ll be here shortly.” The man nodded and ushered us to a well lit table, almost at the center where music was medium. I looked at the faces seated at the table. These people most likely shat gold. I held back a snicker. He held us a menu and Josh told him to return in a few minutes. “Who’s master?” I took a sip of my water. “Kol.” I coughed up my water as it went down the wrong pipe. Josh gave me a sly look and handed me a serviette.

She has been in two relationships but got heart broken ------------------------------------------------------------------- Pearl V Puri as Mahir Sehgal Mahir Sehgal. A cold hearted person. He was a nerd in the school. A extrovert but reserved type of nature. He has build his own company. He is CEO. He has attention of all the girls. But he still loves Bela only. He has many friends now. But his only best friend till date is Bela. ------------------------------------------------------------------- SNEAK PEEK

Jade frowned, "You took an innocent question that I asked you and used it as a means to scold her. I mean, is it really such a big deal that your chef wasn't here to make you breakfast?" "It has nothing to do with breakfast, Jade. We could have very well gone to a restaurant this morning. It's her job to oversee the staff and make sure things run smoothly, when that doesn't happen, it then becomes my responsibility to reprimand her. Everyone makes mistakes in life, and everyone has someone they have to face when they do." "Who do you have to face?" Jade asked, doubtful that Mr. Perfect had ever made a mistake in his life. Without missing a beat, he answered, "A board of directors, investor

“Are you hooking up with Johno so you can sit in VIP?” “Hey, watch yourself!” We both laugh.” “Okay, see you later, babe. I arrive just in time for my shift and meet Joanne at the bar. “Joanne, you look fabulous tonight.” “Honey, that color looks great on you! Mike says there is a VIP table. You up to it?” “As long as there is no bending over and sitting on someone's lap.” “You never told me about that Matt guy. What is the deal?” “Long story and nothing I would like to repeat.”

But it's not the same, it has my debts written over it neatly summarized like my failure fits into columns. He knows me. Him coming here was deliberate and planned. Because there is no way any random person would know about my debts. My throat ached, tears stung my eyes but I didn't allow myself to cry. I laugh softly, trying to ease myself into this situation. “Unless you’re here to donate a miracle, you’re wasting your time.” A small smirk tugged on his lips. "I don't believe in miracles Miss Moore, I believe in hard work. Which is why I am here." he spoke, like a final quote of some great man.

Rough edges, a coat that had seen better days, a stare that had seen worse. "Mr. Dankworth," he greeted, voice low, eyes scanning the office like he already knew where my safes were. "You want answers that never made it into files." I leaned forward, lacing my fingers. "I want to know what really happened the night Mister Pitman died. He was with a woman. Jana Kramer's mother. Records say she vanished. If she died with him, where's her body? And why did the Pitmans keep his death out of the public eye for months?"