Perfect Chemistry Trilogy Novels & Stories

he said, demanding and angry, and it was sexy to hear him jealous. I wanted to smirk. I wonder if he knew I was earlier with Bryce in my dreams and the janitor's closet. I tried to tell him to fuck off, but I knew I needed to play along because he was one of the sons of the mafia lord, and Bryce was too, and they were both best friends. I must stay close to them, get the information I need, and have my fantasies come true simultaneously. What's wrong with a bit of playtime, huh I thought with a smug smile. I was in my thoughts, and I felt him getting annoyed with me for ignoring him; I yelped when I felt him bite harder on my neck.

As vulnerable to her as she was to him. He was not perfect, but perfect for her. As she looked at him, her chest tightened. "You should have given in. We would have been good together. And we both could have won." She didn't wait to hear his reply but moved to her dresser where she snuffed out the flames of the candles one by one. If only she could extinguish her desire as easily.

I was about to turn my back, but Orion grabbed the wrist to help her stand up and begin to mess up her hair. "I object. Just take care of Oberon for now. He probably misses you so much." She smiled after realizing that everyone was laughing. It was hard not to stare at her, especially when her gaze met with mine and my heart started racing. I hadn't felt that for any other girls. "It's been a long time." That was the only thing that came to my mind at that moment. I missed her, so badly. She was wearing a white polo see-through top that was able to see the plain white tube she was wearing paired up with high-waisted skinny jeans and beige heels. I just found myself gawking at her the moment

The sight that I was met with brought sadness to my heart. My eyes were red, the area around my eyes was swollen, dried tears painted my face and I looked the worst I've ever looked my entire life. I splashed water on my face before I avoided my reflection because I didn't want to see my face again. Without Oden besides me, I felt ugly...felt marred...I felt imperfect. When I looked in the mirror, he had to be standing next to me for me to see my perfection. But without him here, I was nothing but a girl with a two coloured face.

"But... I appreciate that you said it." Bianca reached for the agreement. "Let's go through the rules." Together, they read every page. No romantic expectations. No physical intimacy unless necessary to maintain appearances. No interfering in each other's private lives and absolute honesty if either of them wanted to end the agreement early. Shared appearances whenever their families requested them. When they reached the final page, Ethan handed her a pen. She signed first. He signed beneath her name. The sound of the pen scratching across the paper seemed unusually loud. It was done.

Her voice broke as she shouted, "Randall Cahill, you bastard! You're divorcing me over something this small? What did I even do wrong? Did I cheat on you or betray you? Wasn't I just repaying a debt of gratitude?" For years, I'd grown used to her emotional outbursts and her accusations. But this time, I didn't want to endure them anymore. "Celina Buckley! Are you sure you're just repaying a debt of gratitude? The eyes don't lie. I always knew there was someone in your heart. I just never expected it to be Leo. "Now that you're carrying his child, are you finally satisfied? After years of longing, your wish has finally come true. What more could you possibly be unhappy about? You got exactly

She studied him closely—the seriousness in his expression, the possessiveness in his tone. Then she smiled softly. “You’re so handsome,” she purred, her arms slipping around his neck. “How could I ever leave you?” Before he could react, she tilted her head up and kissed him. Theo’s mood shifted immediately. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer. Satisfied, he finally handed her the contract with steady hands. Bianca ripped it in half, then into quarters. Finally, she tossed the pieces into the fireplace, watching as the flames consumed them whole.

“Consistency. No slips. No contradictions. If you say Paris was our first trip together, then Paris it is. If I wear a certain colour and the blogs decide it’s your favourite, then it becomes your favourite. We don’t feed them confusion.” Dante tilted his head, studying me the way a scientist studies an experiment. “And what about feelings?” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Rule Three: There are none. In public, you’re mine. In private, you’re untouchable. Clear?” His eyes flickered, just for a second, something unreadable in them. Then the mask slid back into place. “Crystal.”

She had been slowly poisoning Kathleen and secretly recorded the family's criticisms of Kathleen to flaunt them in front of her. The detective shook his head, muttering, "What a vicious woman. She'd been planning this since her teens." The funeral was held three days later, and the entire elite circle of New Aeravale attended. Everyone remembered the brilliant, proud Kathleen—the woman who built her art gallery from nothing and stayed graceful even in her final days. Bowen wore a black suit and looked like he had aged a decade. He held Candice in his arms as they stood in front of the casket.

"You betrayed me, Chris. You lied to me and cheated on me. That's not a mistake, that's a choice." Chris’s expression turned angry, and he took another step forward. "You're not perfect either, Tris," he said. "You've made mistakes too." Tris felt a surge of anger, but she kept her cool. "I've never betrayed anyone I loved," she said. "I've never lied or cheated on someone I cared about." Chris’s face fell, and he looked away, unable to meet her gaze. Tris felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that she had finally confronted him about his past mistakes.