My Mr Perfect Novels & Stories

Elena's heels glinted in the light, as Maria placed them on the floor in front of Elena. With a gentle movement, Elena lowered her feet into the heels, her toes sliding into the sleek interior. She stood tall, her leg extended as the heel seemed to mould itself to her leg, its glass surface glinting as she moved. Maria's hands went up and down, then came to rest to her sides, her eyes cast downwards as she bowed her head. "You look breathtaking."Maria's lips barely parted, her voice a soft sigh that seemed to dissolve in the air. Elena's gaze met Maria's, a soft smile playing on her lips."Thank you, Maria. You've outdone yourself."

"The surgery will definitely be successful. You'll become healthy in no time." "After your recovery, I'll make you your favorite dishes," Mom chimed in lovingly. Simon suddenly pulled out a dazzling moonstone necklace. "I bought the necklace you fancied at the auction last time. After the surgery, I'll put it on for you!" They were all so focused on Laila that none of them remembered that I was also about to undergo surgery. I thought I was used to being neglected. But as I neared the end of my life, the sight before me still broke my heart.

(Sí), bonita (sí) Mi casa, su casa (Shakira, Shakira) Oh, baby, when you talk like that You make a woman go mad So be wise (sí) and keep on (sí) Reading the signs of my body (uno, dos, tres, cuatro) I'm on tonight You know my hips don't lie (no fighting) And I'm starting to feel it's right All the attraction, the tension Don't you see, baby, this is perfection? Hey, girl, I can see your body moving And it's driving me crazy And I didn't have the slightest idea Until I saw you dancing (yeah)......... Stephanie breaks her hips to the rhythm of the song, making the crowd cheer loud for her. Finally, she was done with work, when she got off stage she saw her brother. " HI Spencer, what's up?" sh

This would help my career with Model Perfect, in reality, I need it to end so my surgery can get over with. The main judge, Myra Bolton, is the original model girl for Model Perfect. She is their pillar of perfection and she begins her speech. "Fellow models! Today you will be competing for glory. Today we will find a new model to represent the Winter Paris Collection. This model will help us launch our new spring line and will also become the new model girl. I will crown the winner, good luck Emma Rhodes, may your model girl status stay undefeated. Let's begin."

"Online, I'm 'Mr. Perfect.' I live in a candy colored world of perfect hair and clothes 24/7. That's what people want to see. They don't want to know I'm some thirsty twenty-something who gets all grimy slinging boxes for a living." "If you find someone who falls in love with you though, that wouldn't matter. Scott's seen me be a hot mess several times, and it all worked out. There's bound to be a few people out there interested in you." "Dude, I don't know if you're trying to make me feel better or what, but crushes should just stay crushes. It doesn't matter if some of my followers have a crush on me. It's more kind to be the perfect guy, on the other side of the screen. Unobtainable. And,

A few moments after his exit, my phone chimed. ‘I wouldn’t be so smug about me being removed. It means you don’t get to see me all day.’ I could hear his tone. ‘Maybe some space will be good after Miss. Perfect seeing you this morning.’ I knew my message wouldn’t go down well, but I needed him to know that I wasn’t happy and needed to figure out my head. ‘The only Miss. Perfect I saw was the one I had my dick in last night and the one in my arms this morning. No one else means anything to me.’

Fucking great! I scanned around, looking for one particular person—my wife. When I did finally locate her, she had her eyes fixed directly on me. I walked up to her, probably anticipating what I had to say about marriage because Lola and I know nothing about it. "Marriage isn’t for two perfect people; it’s for two imperfect people who walk hand in hand through the good times and the bad on their way to becoming perfect together. Through the process of marriage, we converge toward a common goal of perfection. I was probably around 16 years old when I first met my wife, and she was probably around 9 years old at the time. When she approached me, I saw her as this annoying girl who had just mov

He is a seductive, romantic, perfect idol my Mr Perfect. How does he know me so well? With his each and every touch he assures that I know I am made for him, and he is the one for me. It's hard to rythym with him but once we would be together I am assured we would be perfect, love mends broken soul. We are dancing on the edge of something beautiful. I wanted to live in today without worrying what future might bring forth.

Or is the real crime that I didn't invite him to my wedding? Mason calmly took a sip of water. "Exactly." Tanya frowned and took his cup away, refilling it with warm water. "Is 'exactly' the only thing you can say? Eric's only like this because we spoiled him growing up. He didn't mean what he said, so—"

"Especially not someone like Ethan Anderson." Her phone buzzed. She ignored it. Daniel squeezed her hand gently. "You're perfect and beautiful just the way you are." He added, "I love you so much and that's what should matter." Daniel leaned in and kissed her. ... Miles away, Ethan sat alone in his apartment. His laptop chimed. A new message. Sender: Boston Heart Institute. He opened it. His eyes scanned the page. Estimated Surgical Cost. He kept reading. The number at the bottom made his stomach drop.