My Mr Perfect Novels & Stories

Lucinda Ava's P O V Perfect! Just perfect! Everything about him is perfect! No one can own the word 'perfect' other than William Black I know people might say 'No one is perfect but, to me, he is perfect'. William Black is kind, and handsome with a face that even celebrities get jealous of. He is rich and the top businessman in the entire country, and he earned it on his own. He started his business from scratch and got there with his own hard work.

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..?'

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.

He paused staring at me, completely thrown off guard. Mr Perfect wasn't that perfect after all. Thanks Ava for this thirst trap excuse of a dress. "Damn!" He swallowed hard. "Y...you... Damn!" He cursed again. Wait, did he just stutter? Ahh, he's actually human. I believe now. "You look so out of this world. Woah!" "Thank you. You clean up nice yourself." As usual, he was on a suit, a black one. "Come on, let's go inside."

Trust mel’ Her eyes flashed again, and her mouth — small, rosy and perfectly sculpted - curved into a smile so determined that my heart lurched heavily inside me, ‘You like being taken charge of, don’t you? I nodded again, feeling peculiarly light-headed. ‘Well then! I’m taking charge!’ *** Later, as I got ready, then made my way to the prearranged meeting place, the second thoughts began to arrive. For a start, I’d never been one for ‘girlie’ nights out: Chippendales and suchlike. And that club - Perfecto — the name rang a vague beli. It was notorious for something, but for what, I couldn’t for the life of me remember.

"Don't say that! How could you curse yourself like that? Get sufficient rest after the surgery, and you'll recover in no time. After all, you're much stronger than Laila." "I'll cook you a seafood feast after the surgery's over. You love seafood, don't you?" Gazing at me affectionately, Simon held my hand and said, "Don't worry. I hired the best healer to perform the surgery. You'll definitely be fine. Once it's over, I'll buy whatever you want for you." Bile rose in my throat. He bought Laila's favorite necklace in advance, yet when it came to me, he'd only make such empty promises.

(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,

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