Perfect Catch Novels & Stories

He begged again and again for me not to leave him. “Zara, if I could, I’d die for you.” Then, I received a notification from the system. [Mission complete. Spencer’s affection has reached 100%. Task successful! [Host, will you stay and live out your life with Spencer, or start again in another world?] I looked at Spencer’s bloodshot eyes, lowered my gaze, and asked quietly, “Can I speak to him first?”

ZANE . . I didn’t think I’d be able to reach him. For a second, I was already calculating the fall, the angle, the impact, and how bad it’s going to be. Then somehow, I caught him. My hand hooked around his waist too fast, the other wrapping around the rail. It wasn’t a clean catch, but it was better than him falling. A sharp wince escaped him. He hadn’t fallen. Why did his face writhen like he was in pain?

After stealing my boyfriend again, Bianca flaunted the hickeys on her neck and the expensive watch right in my face. "This watch looks so much better on me." Bianca held up her wrist. The Patek Philippe glittered in the sunlight streaming into the Columbia University library. The pen in my hand nearly snapped. That was the limited-edition watch Nico gave me last month. "Bianca, you—" "Oh, right. This was yours." She cut me off, her smile a mix of fake innocence and pure smugness. "But Nico agrees. He said it just... fits my vibe better. He texted me last night. Said he's never met a girl with taste like mine."

“It’s going to be a hassle.” It shocked the maid when the door of Louis’ room opened. A stocky hand pulled him inside. Louis imprisoned the maid with both arms. One of his hands pulled the maid’s chin up. The gaze of the two meets. The woman’s cheeks were red when she saw the prince’s perfect face. Louis, who usually cool, smiled at her as the maid melted away. She’s already entangled in the handsome man’s charms. The maid had not even noticed Louis’ discoloration since he pulled her in that room.

Learn to catch. "How do I do that with one hand?" I sighed looking down at my arm sling, "It's impossible." "Bambi." He whispered, "Pick the dagger and throw it at me." He moved back, putting the distance between us. "But E-" "Throw it." He commanded. I picked it up, and obeyed by flinging it as far as I could before closing my eyes and waiting for a scream, "Open your eyes, Bambi." I did and looked in shock at the dagger in his hold, he had caught it mid-way by the blade with one hand.

Capture is not always force. Sometimes— --- It is acceptance. --- The moment you stop fighting… --- Not because you’ve lost— --- But because the fight has changed. --- The figures reached her. --- Not violently. --- Not with urgency. --- With certainty. --- Like the outcome had already happened— --- And this was just the final step catching up to it. --- Elena didn’t move. --- Didn’t resist. --- Didn’t try to break through. --- Because she already knew—

"The man in the suitcase? His brother. Looking for answers. Same as me." "Then who—" "Is pretending to be him?" He smiled. Wet teeth. "Your sister's new project. She doesn't cure people. She becomes them." He dropped over the rail. Gone. The buzzer rang again. Longer. Impatient. I walked to the door. Blind again. Slow. Counting steps I didn't need to count. Peeked through the fisheye. Lin. Alone. Sunglasses. White cane. Perfect victim. *Perfect predator.*

Every shadow, every reflection, every puddle amplified the trap we had constructed, guiding him toward predictable mistakes without direct confrontation. --- He lunged again, faster this time, attempting to disrupt our rhythm with sheer speed and surprise. Sparks and puddles created a dizzying visual chaos, shadows multiplied, and angles overlapped. But we moved as one. Madison blocked the left, Ian pressed the right, I closed the center. Micro-errors compounded for him; hesitation rippled through his movements. The stepbrother stumbled, misjudged, and for the first time lost the precision that had made him untouchable. Every reactive motion fed into the trap. Our rhythm, coordination, and i

"Wife, do you want to try it?" Edward gave the game coin to Sasha, "But this one is hard to catch, let's change it?" Sasha stared at the cabbage dog in front of her for a long time, took the game coin and threw it in. She stared at the position of the hook intently, and pressed the confirmation button without adjusting the angle. This kind of thing is definitely impossible to catch, and just when Edward was about to comfort her, he saw the cabbage dog caught by Sasha fall from the exit, and she actually caught it out!

Julia POV We left the lake in silence. I can only think about his lips on mine, his touch. How can he be so perfect? How is it possible that his touch got me all wrapped up like this? When we got to the packhouse Leon walked in and I waited near the car. I allow my body to rest against it. My hands flew to my face while I shake my head. “What am I doing?”.