My Mr Perfect Novels & Stories

” what are they doing ” the perfect one asked with with a confused expression ” they’re having sex ” I replied her ” sex! ” I suddenly exclaimed covering the perfect one’s eye with my feather and we teleport outside. The place we teleport to was the compound of the house we just entered. ” that was close ” I said breathing heavily as I dropped the perfect one ” what was close and what were those people doing inside that place ” the perfect one asked with curiosity filled eye ” they almost breached my holy place and what they were doing inside there ” I smirked before continuing

But then he realized something when reading it. Mingchan was holding that thin page and staring at that panel where that robot guy was being kissed by a woman. “W-why is this so familiar?” Mingchan asked himself as the My Perfect Boyfriend w*****n was based on their true to life story. Mingchan was reading everything. He could not stop laughing and giggling until he reached the latest episode.

I asked while trying to make up the lyrics. His fingers halted and I thought I angered him but instead, he smiled for the first time ever since I met him. “It is ‘Mirrors’ by Justin Timberlake.” He told me and I instantly noted it in my memory. “So, why do you like it?” I asked him again, trying to initiate a conversation with him. “I don’t know, this song just speaks to me.” He spoke while his voice held a certain edge to it. “Wow, I don’t think I ever had a song that would just speak to me. I mean I have been a fan of music for as long as I can remember but I just didn’t find a song that speaks to me.” I voiced out my thoughts.

Its our langauge , that no one else will ever be to understand . "Fuck Bella " he groaned fusing his lips with mine , taking me inside him and pouring all his needs and desires in my mouth " You don't even know how beautiful you are - you deserve so much better than this . I'm too fucked up for you but still I don't want to give up on you , nor do I want you to give up on me . Its really annoying , I know you want someone perfect and stable for you something that I can never be but then again your perfect one doesn't even exist so it takes away my guilt .. you know why I am telling you this ? Because I'm a guy and I know how messed up guys can be , your perfect one doesn't exist at all. I ad

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.

In one quick motion I get myself free and thrust deep inside her. "Perfect," she moans. It is perfect. A perfect fit. THE END!

A/P “A great marriage is not when the ‘perfect couple’ comes together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences.” – Dave Meurer

If I did, my parents would disown me. Plus, my future husband–my stomach lurched again–would be here any minute, and I couldn't make a scene. I wiped a palm against my thigh. My head felt dizzy, but I clung to the mask I always wore at home. Cool. Calm. Respectable. "So." I swallowed my bile and forced a light tone. "Does Mr. Perfect have a name, or is he known only by his net worth?" I didn't remember everyone who'd been on Mode de Vie's list, but the people I did remember didn't inspire much confidence. If he–

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.