Perfect Catch Novels & Stories

"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.

like it's something only to be seen in the movies. Yasmin obviously figured the boy had never known poverty. He'd been spoiled rotten, getting expensive cars and luxuries from a very young age. He'd been to almost sixty countries by the time he turned nineteen. He had collected souvenirs from all the countries he had visited and took the pleasure in showing them all to her. Yasmin looked at each of them as the young man explained how he had attained them with an expression of excitement on his face. One was a watch, the other an old wooden box, one a pendant, one a dollar bill and so on. He explained how these ordinary things had deep sentimental value to him. How they were both linked to k

Think back to the stupid, sad past. Dash wished he could punch him in the face. Just like his mother said. He ate an amnesiac charm and fell in love with a normal girl like Daisy. But during the time when he was immersed in passionate love, everything in Daisy was beautiful in his eyes. The first moment he met Daisy, there was an electric current passing through his brain. Everything seemed to stop.

Please. *****

into their phones and then grinning before walking away. “I don’t know any of you!” I shouted. “We don’t know you either,” one responded. She looked like an aging soccer mom. She wore the same smirk of excitement as the rest of the people surrounding her. “Then how do you all know my name?” I asked. “We don’t,” the lady said. “We just want to catch the I’m Sorry Alicia. The only way to catch it is to say 'I'm sorry, Alicia' into the mouthpiece. As soon as you do that, you get a special ball that can catch it.”

She is exhausted and I look at them appreciating my SECOND CHANCE in life. THE END

Grabbed his finger. Deal. *

I knew I sounded harsh right then, but I couldn't stop myself. I'd scored 626 on the National College Entrance Exam—200 points above the undergraduate cutoff—yet I couldn't get into college now. Nicole swayed where she stood, and her tears fell even harder. "Fi, don't blame Preston. I begged him… I was just too scared to lose you. Your grades are so good. Once you get to college, you'd definitely make new friends. I was afraid you wouldn't want to be my friend anymore…"