My Mr Perfect Novels & Stories

I loosely curled the ends and pinned back the front sections with a jeweled clip, leaving a few strands dangling at the sides. “Beautiful,” Ms. Miller said, walking towards me. I flipped my hair sassily before folding my arms across my chest, straightening my posture, and standing elegantly. “Of course, it's me.” Turning around, I picked up my lip gloss and retouched my lips. I looked at Ms. Miller through the mirror and asked, “Do I look okay now?” “You look perfect,” she replied. I smiled proudly. “Good.” There's no dressing table in the room, so I walked back to the bed and sat down.

I asked the System, "So, what am I supposed to do now?" "You must make sure the male lead understands that you don't love him anymore. This mission is considered a complete success once his obsession with you is entirely crushed. I'll grant you an additional bonus after you've completed this mission." At the mention of a bonus, I agreed without a second thought. "Fine. Send me back." The next second, the sharp tang of disinfectant rushed up my nose, and Noah's ecstatic shout rang in my ears. "Dad! Mom's fingers just twitched!"

Elly said, letting go of his hand and clapping her hands against her chest. “I am not asking you to replace me with your late wife, all I ask is that you stay with me, let me be your son’s mum and a wife to you…” Elly said rather pleadingly, afraid that Greg would use his late wife as an excuse not to accept her proposal especially since it’s only been a year since he lost her. She can tell that Greg misses his late wife because she has seen him many times peering hard at baby Mario and felt that he was missing his late wife. Mario is a pretty boy whom Greg told her took after her mother’s beauty.

he explained. "What about you? Have you found your mate yet?" "Uh—no, but I—uh—I'm only 23 so I'm not too concerned," he mumbled, scratching the back of his head with a nervous laugh. "I bet she’s beautiful." He smirked. "I know she is."

She said, “Perfect is being with you… Perfect is being with you… Perfect is being with you.” Laughter repeatedly left Carlos’ lips. He wound up lying on the carpet while clutching his stomach. “Perfect is being with you. Perfect is being with you - You better be good for it, Mister Ronaldo! I will collect!” Kate declared. "I've said it five times already." "Perfect is being with you!"

I look at the mr, he looks cute anyway. He may be the same age as my father Me: excuse me mr, I'm a little distracted The mr: no, it's okay, me too I'm head in the air I say nothing and I go to the bathroom, on my return I see him sitting near my table Me: I'm sorry again Mr: no don't worry Something tells me that this man will be perfect for my mother lol Me: are you single?

It was our song, the song we all agreed was ours, Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I didn’t have to look at my brothers as we each went to one knee. “Riko Ayane Shiraishi, before you, we wouldn’t have dared to believe in fairytales.” I started. “But then all it took was one look, and each of us fell so deeply in love with you.” Elijah continued. “We knew in that instant there would never be anyone more perfect for us.” Darius said.

I frowned with my arms folded. "What exactly did he do? I thought Mr perfect was a great match for you" Gina said. "Well, you see... Mr perfect girlfriend showed up and embarrassed me. Can you imagine? After a romantic dinner with him, with candle lights and his charming eyes gazing upon my lips, I couldn't help with the sweet talks and I agreed to follow him home. With his alluring voice and that chiseled jaw line, I mean the dude was everything I wanted.

“You can’t un-do what you said any more than you can un-do sleeping with half the squad.” Well that fucking stings. Where is this even coming from? I roll my eyes, shaking my head. “Because you’re perfect, right? You never say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing.” The words taste bitter as they leave my mouth. “Well guess what? I’m not perfect. Never have been, never claimed to be. Do you know how hard it is to try to be the guy you deserve when you’re so fucking perfect? How the fuck am I ever supposed to measure up?”

He smirked. "Yes I know.” Mary nodded. "So why are you still single?" He asked again. "I am waiting for the right guy.” She responded. “Oh great! I am sure the right guy for you will come along.” Knox clapped his hands. “Yes and I think have found him.” She said. Knox's forehead creased. "So tell me about mr perfect.” He pinched her cheeks and folded his arms. "I am serious, Knox." She giggled. "And I am serious, Mary Ann." He grinned.