My Mr Perfect Novels & Stories

Maleah states with a pat on my back. Even if working at Sweet Perfect is not where I saw myself going, it feels good to have something to do. I’ve always enjoyed working with Maleah. Sweet Perfect’s catering is in high demand. Maleah does a lot of work for very important people in the city. Over the years that I’ve worked at Sweet Perfect, I’ve helped cater to some pretty prominent people. I’ve even met a few. I rocked all of those jobs. Too bad that my personal life is such a mess.

"You’re are so young. I can’t really believe this” Mr Matt said, referring to Yan, with a glass of pure red wine on his hand. “ And Mr Liu, you’re really amazing. You’ve got a girlfriend in her twenties. I must drink to your courage, really” Mr Matt added, getting up. Miley stood up too with her glass of wine. “ Mr Liu has a low alcohol tolerance. I’ll drink in his place” She said with a smile but Mr Matt scoffed.

I had such a hard time at keeping my face straight and not squealing like a fangirl at that time. I will never tell you that I knew about how you tried to propose to me. I know how important it was for you to propose in a perfect way. But Jonathan do remember that if I say yes it will be to you and not to the way you propose to me. It won’t matter to me if you slide a metal band on my finger with a simple ‘Will you marry me?’ It is the emotion that counts. I will always say ‘yes’ to you. I would have said yes even if I had found that ring in my glass. You always try to make everything perfect but Jonathan if everything is always perfect in our lives it will become monotonous. It is little im

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DANIEL'S POV I stood at the private tennis court of my dorm with my racquet in hand. My friends and I were playing tennis ball with two against two. Roe and I on the left side of the court and Jay and another guy 'Rino' on the other. I stopped playing as my head was spinning uncontrollably and all I could hear was; 'And are you perfect Mister?' 'Are you perfect Mister?' 'Perfect..?'

“ You're joking, right? “ I asked Silver with a neutral expression on my face, while Maya looked like she would pass out any moment due to how nervous she looked. “ Of course, I’m not joking. Actually, I think Maya would be the perfect model for all my company designs, “ Silver said as he tucked both his hands in each of the pockets of his suit trousers. I opened my mouth to speak but Maya motioned for me to let her speak. Surprisingly, I kept my mouth shut and let her speak which was so unusual of me to obey anyone. What was this girl doing to me? “ Sir, you’ve clearly misunderstood everything and I’d be happy to explain to you since it concerns me, “ Maya said to Silver respectfully. “ Go

"Thank you precious girl he's perfect, you're perfect." THE END

In his opinion, it was still lacking and not one hundred percent perfect in terms of preparation. Andre nodded. "It's absolutely certain. The gown and the venue are ready. Everything is arranged by my colleague. Oh, yes, Allisya, you don't have any classes tomorrow, right?" Andre asked just to make sure there would be no interference or obstacles tomorrow. Andre only wanted everything to go smoothly without any issues. Allisya was very nervous until she was snapped out of her reverie when her mother pinched her hand. "It hurts, Mom," she said softly, almost whispering.

Mary always took everything……everything she owned was supposed to be hers, not Mary’s. So no……she wasn't wrong. She was only taking what belonged to her. She quickly called herself back and closed her eyes, pretending to shake in orgasm as she heard Alfred’s early grunts. He was done already……might as well not have started in the first place. She watched as he strolled to the bathroom and began to shower. Her phone beeped. It was her mother. “How is it going?” A message popped up “Perfect……just perfect” she replied and immediately deleted the message.

He looped the path. “You know what? Everything I did was because I needed to be perfect. The perfect council. The perfect friend. Perfect for everything. Love is not even a thing for me. My stepfather and stepbrother wanted perfection. You! You are the only one who ruined it! Who stained it!” Josh ranted. His nerves loosened. His neck moved with vibration. His mouth never grew tired. He told everything. The pain. The stress. Everything. “Everybody expects something, but you don’t have to pretend, Mr. President.” Tristan’s voice was low. The temper in his mind cooled a bit.