Perfect Catch Novels & Stories

Just as I shut the door, I get a text notification from Chase. My Perfect Girl: Oh, sweetheart that was music to my ear. I am so sorry I have not made much of an effort to see you and spend some time with you. I’ve been working my ass off at work and with football training and I have neglected time with you. But tonight, that changes. As soon as I spot you in my house, my side you’ll stay. I can’t wait to see you too. It has been too long since I felt your lips on mine. I will rectify that as soon as my eyes see you. See you soon sweetheart. I love you too.

Aaron POV The voice on the other end was sharp enough to cut through air. "Goodbye, my ex." Then... silence. The flat tone of disconnection hummed against my ear. I tried calling again. The line was dead. My ex... The ring box bit into my palm; I looked down and saw the faint dent it left in my skin. Inside, the pink diamond caught a glint of light, flawless, rare, larger than the one Vivian wore. I'd bought it from a private collector, and imagined putting it on Claire's finger myself, sealing a new beginning.

They were fast, ruthless, and still unpredictable if you study them. And I was learning. Every movement, every shift of weight—I was beginning to see. Then somehow, in the chaos, the ball landed in my reach, it was a lucky one. I swung at it without thinking, not for myself, I didn't even know the direction, but it landed at Theo. He caught it clean, no hesitation. In the next second, he slammed it into the net. Yeah. Cheers erupted. “Snowridge! Snowridge!” The sound filled me.

“You’re doing that on purpose.” “I am absolutely not.” “You absolutely are.” “Prove it.” The chat erupts. “THEIR BANTER PLEASE I’M FERAL” “SHE’S SO CUTE HELP” “AIDEN IS WHIPPEDDDD” he jogs over grabs the ball and tosses it lightly toward me.“Catch.”i miss it by about a foot.the ball bounces off the turf and rolls away.he stares at me. “ there is no way that was an accident.”

Model Perfect's schedule calls me. I delete my messages with Arlo and change his name on my phone to Anna. If Hunter sees another girl's name on my phone, he won't get suspicious. Maybe it's dishonest, but it's better than getting slapped in the face again. The red mark from yesterday is still there. It's a little red mark, with a dull ache that only my jaw can sense.

"Yessss.... I do! I do! I do! I accept everything that comes from you, my love!" I want to get married again! END

His face wasn’t quite symmetrical, but the crooked nose and thicker bottom lip added to his edgy look. “Thanks,” I said, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice. “I didn’t make it to finals, but yeah.” Just thirty minutes ago, I had run my fucking heart out. I wanted to make it to finals so bad, I could fucking taste it. I’d had my eyes trained on Carly, and I passed her right at the 200-meter mark like Coach and I had planned out last night. But then, out of nowhere, some girl in lane 8 put on the blasters and passed both Carly and me right at the finish line.

Felicity caught my elbow mid-air with one hand and looked at me with an expression that said she had seen that move four hundred years ago and had been countering it ever since. “Oh sweetheart,” she said, almost pitying as she looked at me. Then she grabbed me by my neck and threw me like I was nothing in her eyes, like I was worthless. I hit the far wall hard that the room tilted in my eyes and once again just like every other attack. I tasted copper and somewhere in the chaos of it I thought — this is what she does. She lets you try. She waits for the move she knows you’re going to make and she catches it and she throws you.

Scott pumped his arm and launched the football my way, a perfect spiral. I jogged a few steps back and to my right, just enough to pull it down. Then I repositioned and sailed a pass back to him, a little wobble marring an otherwise smooth arc. Scott made an over-the-shoulder basket catch. The showoff. I said, "Nice snag, man. You've been practicing." "A little. Gotta stay sharp, right?"

For three years, I worked three jobs a day to send Wendy Stallone to university. In the end, I ended up doing all the chores at home as well. On the day Wendy graduated, the Stallone family came to bring her back to the family, and she turned into a socialite overnight. Everyone said my years of hardship had ended, and I was about to become rich. During the celebration party, Clark Quinn, Wendy’s childhood friend, sat beside her like he was born to orbit around her and asked me whether it was time for me to step aside. Wendy said nothing and just toyed with Clark’s fingers. Under the dazzling lights, I stared at her and asked calmly, “Are we going to break up?” She was stunned for