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she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

"Babe ehn. Why can't you just follow Adam's principle? In life, we win some, we lose some." "My words. Why are bringing that into your conversation?" Adam said, drawing our attention to him. "Ogbeni, calm down, we can't even tap from your philosophy again?" "Don't even mind him. Winsome, lose some and he'd never allowed me to outrun him. He's always hell-bent on winning our races. Rubbish." Sophia said with a snort, earning a chuckle from Adam. "So, you're saying I should intentionally let you win?"

said the student, blushing. “Say what you want?” “I want you.” The student pulling Louis’s black tie, which made their faces closer. Louis’s red iris looked so dazzling in her eyes. The gemstone that shimmering attracts the victim to drown in a mirage of its pseudo-beauty. Without realizing it, the devil will suck the victim’s soul until nothing remains. Louis’s hands pulled the blonde girl’s waist closer to him. The man was still staring at his prey. He smiled, hearing the girl’s heavy breath.

-You're a hybrid- I stay still in my place, when I'm about to turn I receive a strong blow on my head leaving me in absolute darkness.

Tool. Perfect.

The fountain at the center, was just enough to hold attention without overwhelming everything else. Then the color green. Muted in some places, deep in others which hints of something brighter beneath, like it was trying to surface but hadn’t yet. The others worked around me; adding, adjusting, building on what was already there. It felt all… easy, just right. Like everything was aligning in a way I didn’t have to force. I lost track of time. Of everything outside the canvas, until the Mrs. Toria’s voice cut cleanly through the room. “Take ten.”

Both beautiful. Finally. Completely. Forever.

By the time he finished speaking, he had already made his way to the couch and was leaning over to hug me. A sickeningly sweet smell rushed into my nose, causing sheer revulsion to well up in me. I recognized it as Melissa's favorite perfume. My hands darted out to hold him away from me. "Liam, let's break up."

He leaned his head against Ningsih's shoulder, inhaling her scent closely until he could smell her hair. "What are you doing, Mr. Kris?" Ningsih woke up. She turned to look at Kris. Their faces were very close, and they could feel each other's breath. The woman smiled. "When we're this close, doesn't your heart race, Miss?" Kris said, his face flushed. His heart was pounding, and his breath was erratic. Yet, he still enjoyed staring at the woman's face. "I'm sorry, but unfortunately, I don't feel that," she replied.