Perfect 10 Liners Novel Novels & Stories

He smirked before looking away. I put down his hand and got the magazine on our table. When I was browsing, I saw a girl having nude nail polish on her hand. It causes me to look at my hands that were having band-aids on every fingertip. I grimaced as I heard him chuckling and immediately closed the magazine. I just rolled my eyes against him.

I rest my chin on my palm as I start reading. I am used to her small favors like asking me if it is okay to read her work. A favor that I truly enjoy, but this is the first time I read a steamy part of her novel. ‘It was just us in the elevator. When the door closed, he pressed me against the wall. His mouth kissed me hungrily. I kissed back, intoxicated with his scent, with his touch. As he pinned me against the wall, I could feel his erection pressed against me.’

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Linna finished dressing, a black dress that fell just a hand above her knee, with a scarpin of the same color and almost non-existent makeup. It would be a lie if she dared to say she didn't try to do something more eye-catching, yet she never managed to learn a good makeup, perhaps she didn't have this skill. Just like many others. She left the house taking only a handbag with her documents and cell phone inside, she was going to a bar close to her house, a fancy bar. Its name was Sexy Porsche.

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.”)

The curtains were closed after that, and the comments that popped up were all exclaiming in delight. "No wonder Austin's such a popular villain! Did you see how handsome he was in the morning light? Oh my god, I can't breathe properly." "I think I know why that transmigrator left in the end. Do you know how torturous it must have been for her in the past five years? "She had such a handsome man by her side, and yet, she wasn't allowed to touch him. I'd have given up a long time ago if I were her!" "Does anyone have the emoji sticker with the crotch on fire? Send it to me, please. I need it right now."

I let them pass, walking the emptying corridors at own pace, lingering in the stillness as the day’s noise fades. When I reach my apartment, dusk is spilling through the windows, painting long shadows across the floor. I peel off my shirt, each button undone like a small victory against the weight of the day. I sink onto the couch, letting the silence settle. The events replay in my mind–Renner’s composure, the staffroom whispers, Jessica Adler’s deliberate charm, Hosea’s restless eyes. This school is a theatre. Everyone’s wearing a mask. But the cracks are showing.

Daisy stood against the light, her face obscured by shadows like a merciless judge delivering a final verdict. "I used to believe Edward truly loved me. I hesitated, wondering if I should let go of my revenge. But that fool… He's as idiotic as ever. He has no one to blame but himself for my ruthlessness. So? Is this secret worth five million?" I could barely think and simply responded, "It's worth it." Daisy let out a triumphant cheer. "I did it! I got my revenge. My child is now rich. I'm the winner!"

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."

Krishna rose slowly, her figure silhouetted against moonlight and still anger. The sentinel knight knelt. "My Lady… he will punish us all." She walked past him in silence. No fury. No triumph. Only a serious fire in her feet. "You're right," Krishna whispered as she walked past the shaking knight. "He will. But if I do not prevent Perfera, nothing will be left to punish." The night breeze caressed her flesh like a remembrance, cool and sharp. Pine and salt perfumed her lungs when she set foot towards liberty for the first time.