Perfect Chemistry The Book Novels & Stories

She turned, her gaze locked onto his as they stood shoulder to shoulder, scanning through the shelves. A nervous smile flickered on her lips, and Carlos's eyes squinted as he returned the gesture. “I found it!” Ivy suddenly exclaimed, holding a file in her hand. Carlos's smile lingered, his eyes never leaving Ivy's as he extended his hand to receive it. But instead of closing his fingers around it, he deliberately let it slip, watching as the content spilled on the ground. A sly, sinister grin momentarily appeared on his face, indicating his purposeful intent. Ivy was speechless, with no idea what was going on in Carlos's mind. Without waiting to be told, she crouched down, assembling the pa

Too controlled. Like two men smiling through clenched teeth. Like enemies pretending to be brothers. The poolside was quiet. Calm. Exactly what I needed. I placed my book, my phone, and a small plate of snacks on the table before settling into the chair. For a moment, everything felt normal. Then I heard movement. Water shifting. I turned. And froze. Maxwell. Stepping out of the pool. Water traced down his body in slow lines, catching the morning light. His shoulders, his chest, the sharp definition of his muscles—

However, I did not hand it to her. Gritting my teeth, I pretended to lose my grip and spilled the boiling water all over her legs. I figured she would not be able to hold back and jump up in rage. I closed my eyes and silently counted, 'One, two, three...' Time passed, yet I did not feel the familiar fists crashing down on me. I opened my eyes and saw that Claire had not moved. Instead, she was still sitting perfectly upright in her wheelchair. Not only was she not angry at me, but she looked at me apologetically. "I'm so sorry, honey... I didn't catch it properly and spilled the water. Honey, did you burn your hand? That water looked really hot."

It was a fantasy series Mirabel had raved about. I pulled down the dark romance—black cover, gold lettering, with a man in the shadows. The blurb promised forbidden desire and heartbreak. Perfect. I sank into one of the leather armchairs, opened the book, and tried to read. But the words blurred. My mind kept replaying our conversations from dinner. Rhys’s voice. “Alicia Brown.” The way he’d said it—testing, tasting, like he already knew the answer. I closed the book. Leaned my head back, and closed my eyes.

Some girls waved and flashed their tits at me to try to get my attention but I didn't look their way twice. I was in no fucking mood tonight and the last thing I wanted was some crazy fucking bimbo clinging to me. The night breeze hit my skin as I stepped out from the building, pulling out a cigarette stick and lighting it, taking a large drag from it and puffing out the smoke. It seemed to calm me down a bit. “Still game for the race with the Locardis tomorrow night?” Rowan asked. “Midnight?” I asked, verifying the time while taking another drag of smoke.

I guess that in a way, I won this match. ************ When I brought the gown for Stella, all what I was going for was sexy, I wanted her to fit into the club scene but what I am seeing now as she rushes to get ready in my room was something else, she was going to turn everybody heads at the club and I wasn’t sure that I liked that. The gown fitted her like a second skin and the plunge in the back of the black gown will give people ideas which they should not be getting about someone who was not theirs in the first place.

Celia It feels like someone's playing the song I dislike the most from morning to evening in my head nonstop. This constant buzzing, the sounds of metals, the smell of medicine started to wear me out. Gosh! How I hate this place and still working here! I can't even touch my locket with the hand I touched the medicine. I've to wash my hands a lot. I wanted to share this with someone, exactly with the man I despise. I wanna tell him how much I hated my job, how much I disgust it. Why do I feel like telling him all these things? Argh! What am I even thinking? I shouldn't feel like talking to him. Yeah, after everything happened between us, I am curious about him a bit, especially about his like

“Hello.” “....” Silence. There’s no answer from across the phone. “Yeobseyo.” “....” Suddenly the caller hung up. Tiara just fell silent while staring at the phone screen. Weird. “Is it trying to scare me?” Tiara put the phone back down. Her hands are moving to clean up the old book. The book with the cover of ‘The Power of Darkness’ has a unique shape. The carving of roses with minimalist style on the cover looks real. Tiara’s never seen a book cover like this before. She tried to open the book, but it couldn’t open.

The silence made her heart pound and she could not keep her eyes away from his. “For a moment I thought I was dreaming,” he muttered to himself. Well, that was understandable since it was a citation neither of them expected to happen. “I’m not giving you this book Ace. Just let me pass so that this can go by peacefully.” “Only if you tell me what’s the big deal with that book,” he said. “There’s no deal.”

I stared at him, my eyes widening despite my best efforts to show indifference. Moments later, Rosy Cook steps out from the other side of the Aston in a scarlet gown that clings to her figure fitted. She curves her lips into a satisfied smile as she locks her arm with Marino's, flaunting their bond together. I could hear people in the crowd commenting on them, "What a couple! Wow, They're so perfect together—such a perfect pair!" My stomach turns, and a bitter taste arises in my throat. "A traitorous man and his mistress," I think bitterly. "A match made in hell, more fitting." These words echo in my mind as I glared at the duo.