Perfect Chemistry Trilogy Novels & Stories

She looked on her side, groping her phone that fell on the sofa. I bite my lips. Being too close with Blake, the addicting scent of his perfume must have stuck on my shirt... and hair. Wow! I should ask him next time what perfume he uses. It did really stick in my shirt and hair, probably even in the skin of my body. Tonight I will not change my shirt nor wash my hair. I wonder what magic he has, making me under his spell instead of mine. “Tara!! Stella snapped her fingers, but I was replaying our hot moments in the elevator. “Tara!” She cackled.

“I question the old man, and he studies me in silence. “If you do, then you would understand why I'm here. “I reply, and he shuts his eyes and inhales deeply. “You really want to be perfect, huh? “He questions and I stare at him in silence. “I believe you've heard the saying, beauty is pain. How much pain are you willing to go through, and how beautiful do you want to be? How hungry are you for perfection? “He questions, and I scoff. “ I'd bear any amount of pain to shut my Aunt up. To be a god who would stun everyone, and be mindlessly worshiped. I'm not hungry for perfection, I'm starved for it, and I'd go to any length to attain it. “I reply. Burning as the occurrence from the party repla

A lot of rebuilding needed to be done. Why do I want to? The thought danced around in Gary's mind, searching for an answer. They've been broken up for so long and Gary liked to think he had moved on. Wouldn't reconnecting just undo the hard work he had done? But then again, they didn't technically break up. Rowena just ran away. Her letter that day five years ago suddenly flashed in his mind. He vividly remembered the pen scratches made over his name. A part of him wanted to believe that Rowena didn't want to hurt him at all, that something else drove her to do that, something much more hurtful to her than it was to them—to him. Gary had gotten his answer that dinner. But for some reason, it

She is a beauty beyond compare. She sees me admiring her intensely as we walk towards the bedroom. "What has go you so fascinated, Mr. Stephenson?" I continue to admire her body, my eyes not leaving her once. She comes to stand closer to me. Having her so close sets my heart racing. The sweet smell of her perfume attacks my senses, jasmine, and just a small hint of vanilla. She bites into her bottom lip, which sends me over that restraint that I was trying to hold. I look at her intently. A deep red dress covers her slim-toned body in just all the right places; a pair of red stilettos is the perfect finish to her ever so seductive image off. She is dressed to impress; and god, I am nervous e

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

She said she had a good night’s sleep but her eyes were down and it was clear that she cried all night until she was puffy and swollen. How painful it must have been to find out that your boyfriend or your significant other is cheating on you? Why, why do people find cheating enjoyable and thrilling? Regardless, isn’t Kurt simply the same? I believed him but he hid the truth and in the end, I uncovered his secret. He also asked for forgiveness but I didn’t forgive him. The party last time was the best farewell I could give him. Because as a person who doesn't have money-power, there is nothing I can do to make it fair with him. But if ever I had that chance, I will absolutely do anything to

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.

“Then you're basically admitting that you know you’re basic, just like the rest of us. And you know it. I wonder where this superiority complex came from. Probably from always being praised and treated higher than everyone else. But deep down you know you are not that special. But you’ll do everything to try and get rid of those thoughts, which is why you were so desperate for my approval. Because if there’s one person that isn’t going along with what everyone says and praising you for absolutely nothing. Then your world fucking shatters. And what’s revealed, is incompetency.” END OF FIRST ARC