Perfect Blending Novels & Stories

Those moments all felt very far away now and inconsequential. “We are a perfect match although we didn’t start out that way,” he said. “We were perfectly matched,” Sebastian agreed. Edward gave him a kiss and they lay in the gardens watching the clouds move across the sky together. Edward could only see happy memories ahead in their future. The End

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

It’s Aaron again. "Saudade." "Saudade?" We all asked together. Is that even a word? Surprisingly, I haven't heard of it. "It means both happy and sad at the same time," David gave the answer. Sara put down what she’s eating and looked at David to confirm what he just said. "There's a word for that?" I pouted my lips and think about it. I turned to Hana and gave her a confusing look. "Is that possible? To be happy and sad at the same time? One of the two should weigh more, right?"

Our fingers were entangled and brought up to our chests and I then remembered that it had not been a dream, with this realization I blushed a bright shade of crimson as I smiled back at him, “Hello beautiful,” He whispered. Swallowing down the excitement those two little words created within my chest, I nodded, “Hello.” We were both underneath his duvet, and I noticed the color, it was duck egg blue and I realized at that moment that I absolutely loved this color blue. His smile grew slightly wider as he tightened his fingers with mine, I felt his legs entangled with mine and realized we were both naked. Everything came flooding back of what had happened, swallowing slightly harder than I wo

Existing at this moment in our own universe. The dinner plates arrived, we shared each other's meal, his rich and heavy, mine lighter and bold. We were eating slowly but heartily, sipping wine throughout. Savoring the unique yet complementary flavors. We ate in silence, feasting on each other's forks until hardly anything is left. Our meals devoured, our appetites nearly satiated. A single dessert to share, A single spoon. He feeds me a small bite, creamy and rich. I couldn't help but smile with pressure at the sweetness, he looked at me and took a large bite with the enthusiasm of a child.

It's just your typical view when you see everyone back at school. I ignore all of them and look for a certain person. Elena nudges me, pointing to a boy striding over to us. His wild, untame, ash-blond hair bounces as he takes his steps—wait, what conditioner does he use? I need it—and his blue eyes gleam with happiness. The crowd literally parts for him, because this, ladies and gentlemen, is Reese Sultan. The school's very own golden boy.

I slid out and positioned myself on the bed to where she could sit on my lap and ride me. She slowly lowered herself on my length and cried out when I bottomed out inside of her. I grabbed her by the waist and moved her up and down, fucking her from underneath until I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Fuck!” I grunted as I sprayed her insides with my cum. I then licked her neck and bit into it while she did the same to mine. We were officially bonded together. Jeremy’s POV My brother really outdid himself with this one. How the hell did he find an angel/vampire mix? Angels were really fucking rare to start with.

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.

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

They dance against me like butterfly wings. What begins as a small peck becomes more passionate. The rest of the world spins so fast that it becomes non-existent. I lean even further into her, and my body melts into hers. It is as if I can feel a fire blazing within me, out of control. We are completely and utterly in sync at this very moment.