No 1 Mister Perfect Novels & Stories

Ashton said, and the crowd laughed, and my nervousness was gone. "We will sing The Perfect Fan by the Backstreet Boys. I hope you know that song, Babe." Ashton whispered in my ear as I saw Zachary bringing the guitar towards me, and I smiled as I looked at my boyfriend. "You are lucky because that is Dexter's favorite song for our mom." I said to him, and I took the guitar from Zachary's hand, and I could see the audience was looking at us in total silence.

because I was full of my own . I knew I wasn't perfect . I knew I would never be enough for someone but hey , you can be as long as you pretend to be the perfect one . And all its gonna cost you will be an eternity in hell , with a forgotten existence and an empty black soul . ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ " Crash her laptop " after a very long pause Conan spoke up again he voice was no where laid back as before , Anna's threat about sending his and her's pictures to Selina had done his magic , the guy was no longer relaxed as before.

his voice low. Alan's voice was icy."You'll get nothing, Elena. If you insist, you get nothing but the clothes you left with." Elena's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with a triumphant light."Okay then, let's sign the papers Mr.Johnson." Mr.Johnson's eyes moved quickly between them, his expression growing increasingly uneasy."Okay, let's take a deep breath and...." But before he could finish, Alan leaned forward, his voice dropping into a menacing whisper."I'll make sure you never see a dime, Elena.Never."

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.

Doctor Clara nodded immediately, trying to get a hold of her fears especially now that it seemed that Hamilton was going to let Monalisa be. Hamilton usually had sex with his female slave but none of them had made him feel what he was feeling at the moment for Monalisa even though he did not know what it was. He turned his gaze away from Clara and shot Monalisa a wild glance before turning to face the door. “Go and bring one of the girls to my chamber, Chico,” he commanded Chico, who was still leaning against the wall without looking at him. He needed someone to unleash his desires upon since it did not go as planned with Monalisa.

he said, his voice low and smooth, like a distant rumble of thunder. I grinned, gesturing casually to the art installation hanging on the cafe wall—a two synchronized clock - The Perfect Lover. “But you’ve been here for hours. It’s cold, it’s raining, and…” I hesitated, glancing at the synchronized clocks mounted on the café wall. They were one of our signature decorations, labeled The Perfect Lover.” Logan’s gaze followed mine, landing on the clocks. He raised an eyebrow. “Perfect Lover?”

She turns it on and speeds out of the garage, tires screeching against the floor. On the way to Alexander's office, she tries to calm herself down. It's not an easy task: every time she blinks, she sees Moni smiling: Moni next to Alexander, leaning down to show him something on a spreadsheet, her Channel number 5 cologne in Alexander's nostrils. Alexander looking up at her and realizing how utterly beautiful his assistant that's not an assistant is. Alexander thinking about kissing those full lips of her, biting her neck, spreading her legs-

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

I closed my eyes, began drifting to sleep but was then stopped by a sudden vibration of my phone. Hey. Ms. Aragon, about earlier, I didn't mean to read your conversation. I was just trying to find out who the phone belongs to. But you know, I can't deny that I do look hot in that picture. Joking aside, I really am sorry for snooping. Good night. My eyes almost bulged out of my socket when reading the message that I just received. It was from Sir Mitchel.

Neither am I. But together, we are definitely perfect.