Novel & Cerita My Mr Perfect

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.

"Sorry, but I can't read it." "Why not?" "I'm dyslexic," I state as if it should be obvious. Because it should be if teachers actually read about their students. Which he didn't. So that answers my question. "Miss Miracle, please do not lie," Mr. Asshole sighs again, clearly annoyed. He sure likes sighing. Before I can make a smart ass comment, Isaac steps in. Thank goodness, my brother, I love you! Not really. But like, thank you. "Mr. Prescott, she really is dyslexic. If you took time to read up on your students like you should, then maybe you would know that." So Mr. Prescott is his name. Nah, I like Mr. Asshole better.

Elodie heard the unmistakable sound of a woman’s voice. “What? How are you here?” She heard him ask. He sounded excited to see her, more excited than she had ever seen him. “I don’t know, I got back into the country and I thought I should see you. We have a lot to talk about” The voice said. What the fuck is going on? Elodie thought to herself, approaching slowly. He was yet to notice her presence. “You… I have missed you so terribly” Henry sighed. Elodie’s eyes widened at his heartfelt admission and before she could make her presence known, she watched Henry draw the woman into the house, wrap his arms around her and kissed her square on the lips

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.

They fawned over her. "You're amazing, Miss Chloe!" "We're lucky to work for you!" "Mr. Vance spoils you so much!" Just then, sirens grew louder. Soon, Captain Miller and a few officers walked into the spa. Miller was a man in his forties with a slight paunch, his face a mask of cynicism. He saw Liam and immediately put on a smile. "Mr. Vance, sorry for the trouble." "A small matter," Liam waved his hand dismissively. "Just a couple of professional grifters."

Michael was beside him—tied to a chair. Lena's heart pounded. Mercer smiled for the camera. "Hello, Lena." Mercer's Warning Lena had her fists clenched. "How long has this been live?" she ordered. Noah checked. "Not live. Pre-recorded." Mercer's voice filled the speakers. "You keep following me, but you don't know how to play the game. You think you're tracking me?" He laughed. "I'm letting you play. But games have a cost." Lena's stomach turned.

SKYLA Steph dabbed powder across my jawline, but it couldn’t cover the exhaustion beneath my chestnut skin, not really. No concealer could conceal the damage Carl had done. But now, my image mattered more than the truth. “Try to look soft...” Steph whispered, angling my face towards the light. Soft, she was joking right? Across the green room, Xavier was adjusting his cufflinks with casual precision. Sharp navy suit, a subtle pin on his lapel. His media mask was flawless.

“Why am I an ideal?” “This is where I find you totally fascinating.” Macey grinned. “On the outside, you appear to be perfect—” I opened my mouth to object, but she held up her hand. “I know, I know, you’re not perfect. Just listen.” I rolled my eyes, but I did close my mouth again. “Your family is amazing, you’re amazing, even your pets have all been amazing.”

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Perfect Mess. My Perfect Mess was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.”)