Novel The Perfect You Novels & Stories

"You've become everything I knew you could be." "And what's that?" He stopped walking and turned to face me. His silver eyes were intense, burning with something that made my skin tingle. "Perfect," he said simply. "You're perfect." The word hit me wrong. Perfect. That's what they had all said about Celeste. Perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect bloodline. Perfect enough to steal my mate and destroy my life. "I don't want to be perfect," I said. "Then what do you want to be?"

Ivy, noticing her reaction, quickly added, “I could tell you aren’t exactly having a splendid morning with the way you kept sighing and barely touched your meal. I just wanted to make you smile. I’m sorry if I overstepped.” A warm smile brightened Jane’s features, clearly touched by Ivy’s words. “It’s alright. Thank you.” She said gently. "I just…. used to know someone who would go crazy whenever she smelled pastries. I make it a point to stop by any pastry shop I can find and have a meal in her honor. Her favorite was Quesitos.” her voice cracked slightly, tears forming in her eyes.

"And where did you learn that Daice???" “Yaicks!” Daice bite her finger and do a peace sign on her mom. I smile watching my own Family which I will cherish with all of my life. I may be called as a Perfect Man but this Perfect man will not be completed without this Nasty girl in front of me. Kalila completes me… Perfect Man is not a Perfect Man with a Disaster and Kalila is my beautiful DISASTER….

she slurs "Danielle" I hear a familiar voice call with a calmness only him can maintain. "Danny" I groan, amused "Hey, Jamie" "I didn't think you were one for a morning exercise" he says but he doesn't look surprised-at all. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Johnson" I say wryly. Britney's statement of him being perfect springs unbidding to mind. It feels weird knowing a guy my age who's so...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.

My gaze wanders to the sky as the justice of the peace performs the ceremony. “Now is the time for the votes. I stand in front of her and look into her teary eyes. Cecilia takes a little puppy breath so as not to spill them before speaking. — I've always been the type of girl who dreamed of Prince Charming, of perfect love, free of drama, of a happy family. And you definitely didn't fit into any of that. ’ Everyone laughs, and I crack a smile, because it’s true. — It was when I met you that I discovered that love doesn't have to be perfect, it doesn't have to be one hundred percent correct. You are the perfect person for me, Thomas. Even though you were angry, stubborn, bossy, and stubborn,

She threw herself into his arms. "Really? You really love me?" "Of course, my baby," Liam said, holding her tight. "That woman was just a tool, a stepping stone. You are my whole world." They clung to each other, as if no one else existed. The crowd murmured in understanding. "Oh, so that's how it is!" "Marriages for business are common in high society." "Mr. Vance and Miss Chloe are the real love story!" "That wife is just a tool. She deserves it!"

“I think we had just started the deal before we could speak about it. Huh?” Now she sounded teasing him. “Well…” He was caught off guard. She smiled. She was so captivating wearing nothing but her messy hair… in a sexy way. She was like a goddess lying on the lounger and flirting while looking at him. “Aren't you losing something or gaining something? The ‘session’ has started, and you will not get anything, aside from my pledge that I won't make a perfect hero anymore. Aren’t that's the reason why you rush towards me? You want me to stop writing perfect men, right? You need to get your ex-girlfriend back. And the only key is for me to make an imperfectly perfect novel hero. Think abou

ANDREA’S POV "That little demon!". I scream and walk straight to Annalia's room with my favourite jeans in my hands. I open the door and see her lying on her bed. I throw the already shredded jeans at her. She just turns, lies on her back put her hands at the back of her head and gives me a cheeky smile. "Aww, darling don't you like the new design it's pretty, isn't it too bad you can't wear it anymore?". She coos looking at the jeans and then turns to face me.

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.”)