Novel & Cerita No 1 Mister Perfect

"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.

He looped the path. “You know what? Everything I did was because I needed to be perfect. The perfect council. The perfect friend. Perfect for everything. Love is not even a thing for me. My stepfather and stepbrother wanted perfection. You! You are the only one who ruined it! Who stained it!” Josh ranted. His nerves loosened. His neck moved with vibration. His mouth never grew tired. He told everything. The pain. The stress. Everything. “Everybody expects something, but you don’t have to pretend, Mr. President.” Tristan’s voice was low. The temper in his mind cooled a bit.

I stared down at the tab and saw the face of a man I least expected. He was breathtaking. His long dark brown hair was slicked back, revealing the perfect jawline that matched his face. His blue eyes stared at me—even though it was the camera he had been staring at, it felt like he was looking directly at me. His light smile made me remember that night when he had smiled at me. Why did he have to be so handsome? I stared back at Noah as he looked at me with an unreadable expression. “Ace Black?” The name came out of my mouth like venom.

He keeps all of his staff in line it seems. 'He looks so powerful and handsome. Mr. Adams did a good job of finding a perfect pair for his daughter' These were some of the conversations about that mysterious man I heard from the people standing near to me. So that girl is Adam's daughter, I should have guessed it with how much attention she was receiving from all the guests. And that must be her boyfriend or her husband. Well, who cares. But, I have no idea what was special with this man except that he looked like a freaking Greek god. He must be a high paid model or some sort considering the fact that the pair looked like they were walking on the ramp of Saint Laurent. I shrugged off the th

Eva complained and I laughed; she described a Joe Michael that only she knew. "Oh, Eva, are you going to tell me you didn't think he's gorgeous and a gentleman? That's why he's called Mr. Perfect, because he's one of those men full of kind gestures, extremely polite and handsome," I teased her and she looked at me and rolled her eyes, just like she had complained Mr. Perfect did. "Okay, he is handsome, the kind of breathtaking handsome, the universal type where there isn't a single woman in the world who would look at him and not be absolutely certain he's gorgeous!" she pointed, and I found her description quite emphatic.

So, he brought a few of his local acquaintances to confront the thief and get my purse back. I was extremely delighted to get my lost purse back, albeit in such a dramatic way. At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder, "How did you recognize that I was the person in the photo?" Alessandro answered with a twinkle in his eye, "Ms. Winters, that was a photo of you. Most importantly, you are outstandingly stunning." That tickled me. In order to thank Alessandro, I treated him and his friends to a feast. When I wanted to give him a tip, he refused.

Taylor was hunched over what was left of her laptop, trying to salvage pieces of data through sparks and static. We were all breathing. We were all alive, and that was surprising. So why did it feel like something was missing? I stared at the blood, still dripping from the pipe in my hands. My voice above barely a whisper. “It’s over.” No one answered. And then— “On the contrary.” The new voice slid into the silence like a blade. Smooth, deliberate. Too calm. Every head snapped up. From the broken doorway, a man stepped into the light. Tall. Dressed in a dark coat that looked untouched by the fight around us. His hair was streaked silver at the temples, his eyes sharp, cold, and intelligent.

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

By the time she finished, she was practically yelling at him and knew she’d made little to no sense. Mr. Mister looked from her to Clara and then back again. The dog’s ears perked up, but it didn’t speak. He cleared his throat. “Because… it’s not my dog,” he said quietly. Noelle’s eyes bulged as she realized her mistake. She felt color warming her cheeks and wished she could go back in time about five minutes--before her rant--and ask that pertinent question first.

It sounded like Mister and he was yelling at Zeek! "Who in the hell do you think you are?!" Mister could be plainly heard yelling at Zeek. "I was unaware of the fact that I needed your permission to ask someone out!" Zeek shouted back. The girls all just looked at each other, nobody moved. "Besides, aren't you getting ready to marry the mystery woman in there?" Zeek continued to rant. "That's not the point and you know it!" Mister roared back in Zeek's face.