My Mr Perfect Novels & Stories

Once again, as always, her mother blamed her for everything. Diana didn't agree with that. That's why that night she had worn a short silver dress that highlighted every curve of her body, showing off her long, toned legs. Her chocolate-colored hair and green eyes. They made a nice contrast. She was sitting at the bar when the guy she had been most attracted to in college approached her and was now a successful business executive.

I opened the chat in a confused state to read the message. Next time, call me from your own phone. My heart skipped a beat as I realized who this Mr. Perfect was. I found it endearing and cocky at the same time as how could he call himself Mr. Perfect. Nobody’s perfect. Ugh! He was so full of himself. I decided to change the name but left this task for some other time. It required a lot of thinking. “You need anything else ma’am?” Imran asked as I was done checking the phone.

She breathed out. Her life felt so perfect it scared her so much. She had the husband of her dreams. He did everything right, and almost always said the right thing. It was as if she was some in some kind of fairytale dream and soon enough she’d wake up then it would all be gone. She fixed her hair and sat down as he showered. *** In Suncity, Love scrolled on her f******k lying on her bed. She paused coming across a post by some motivational speaker.

She looked up to find Maria, her maid entering. "Miss Elena, I've come to help you dress. The party will be starting soon." "Thanks, Maria, I 'd love your help." Maria glided across the room, her footsteps quiet on the plush carpet. She reached the wardrobe and grasped the handle, pulling out a packaged box adorned with the elegant script: "Elena Wellington." She placed the box on the bed and began opening it softly. With admiration, Maria lifted out a gown. The fabric was a masterful blend of velvet and sequence.

"So, um, any choice of songs for a prom night at the Kreep house?" My gaze skimmed over my form. "I'm covered in chocolate," I hesitated, and he shot me a look of pure do-you-seriously-think-I-care. "Ed's Perfect would be great I guess." West groaned. "I knew it! You are so predictable sometimes, Aditi. I know nobody thinks this, but Perfect is so fucking overrated. But I shall comply with the 'Ed' part of your wish, m'lady," he bowed ridiculously, tapping his phone once. A beautiful guitar strum started coursing through the small room, followed by Ed's emotion-evoking voice.

This man was perfect, and I was slowly coming undone just by the sight of him. He doesn’t have much chest hair, which is a plus in my book for sure. I don’t much like hairy guys. He has a gorgeous six-pack, a line of hair spans from his belly button to his boxer briefs. MMM is perfect for grazing and tickling him in foreplay. Man, I would love to kiss and suck on that until I reached his dick.

“Not this time. Well… not entirely.” Liv tilted her head. “Then what?” “Alana,” I muttered, stabbing another piece of lettuce. “Miss Perfect. Miss flawless-turn-out, triple-pirouette, hair-always-perfect Alana. She’s like the poster child for everything I’m not.” Liv’s brows went up. “Miley…” “I mean it, Liv. She’s gorgeous, she’s crazy talented, and she barely even tries. Meanwhile I’m sweating bullets just to keep up in rehearsal. And she—” I stopped myself, realizing I was rambling.

Theo, you're hopelessly unromantic. A half hour later, they arrived at Miracle Studio. The car came to a smooth halt, jolting Bianca from her thoughts. She blinked as she took in the sleek, modern facade of Miracle Studio, California's crown jewel of personalized beauty and style. Bianca's jaw dropped slightly. She had heard whispers of this place, its legendary makeup artists, the exclusivity, the months-long waitlist. Theo's deep voice broke her reverie. Go get your makeup done. I have something to attend to. I'll pick you up later.

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.

And I don’t think I can take it if I lost him again. Laying a cleaning cloth on the counter, I push it around distractedly. “Look…whatever. Can we just talk about something else? I just don’t want to think about this right now.” Maleah nods. That’s what I love about Maleah. The girl knows when to back off and what to say to make someone feel better. So she leans her back on the counter and gives me a silly grin. “Okay, then. I like Hunter a lot!” She says with a resigned pout. I chuckle at her grumpy look and roll of my eyes. “So, what’s the problem?” She takes the cloth from my hand and twists it around her hands. “It’s just he’s too perfect. I mean, he’s great in bed; he’s funny and sweet.