Perfect Chemistry Trilogy Novels & Stories

“What can I do to make it right?” She sniffed. “I don’t know but I’m tired. I don’t want to keep wondering if whether you are cheating or not. I know you are right now. There is someone else in the picture, you won’t admit it but what’s crazy is that I’m happy it’s not Judith. You have turned me into this within a few months.” She rubbed her eyes. “The funeral will be tomorrow early morning. I am going to preserve my egg for now. I am actually scared to try again then lose it.” “I promise I am not cheating.”

I must make sure I seduce Jayden in anyway I can and make him fall in love with me. I stood up from my bed as removed my cloth as I walked into the bathroom, I was immediately struck by how well designed it was. The tiles were a beautiful shade of blue, and they were arranged in a way that created a mesmerizing pattern on the floor. The walls were painted a calming white, and there were several framed art pieces hanging on them, adding a touch of sophistication to the room.

I won't deny that I liked it and that he made me feel like a woman who is satisfied in intimacy, but it was a mistake. "You can play and not fall in love, I told you that you can enjoy sex." + "I'm afraid I'll like it," I emphasize the last word. Entering the pharmacy that's an hour away from home, since I didn't plan on going to the closest one or calling to have the blessed miracle pill sent to me. Yes! And coincidentally, the pharmacy is called "Impossible Desires." "I hope the name of the pharmacy has power over me." "Do you think the name of the pharmacy is true?" Lucero asks behind me.

After stealing my boyfriend again, Bianca flaunted the hickeys on her neck and the expensive watch right in my face. "This watch looks so much better on me." Bianca held up her wrist. The Patek Philippe glittered in the sunlight streaming into the Columbia University library. The pen in my hand nearly snapped. That was the limited-edition watch Nico gave me last month. "Bianca, you—" "Oh, right. This was yours." She cut me off, her smile a mix of fake innocence and pure smugness. "But Nico agrees. He said it just... fits my vibe better. He texted me last night. Said he's never met a girl with taste like mine."

“And what is this your vision, exactly? Because right now, it looks like you’re using me to settle a beef with my mother. If you want me to trust you, you’re going to have to do more than cryptic responses and dramatic accusations.” He walked closer, his steps slow and intentional. “I don’t want your trust, Ava. I want your skill. And, whether you admit it or not, you want to tear her down just as much as I do.” Ava’s breath caught, the words hitting a nerve she didn’t want to recognise. Roman didn’t look triumphant. He seemed... weary. “You don’t know what I want,” she replied, her voice softer now. Roman reached out, his palm touching hers as he flipped one of the pages in the file. His to

"Good. Let him stew on it awhile. Let him finally understand just how weak she was, just how unworthy. Catherine clicked her nails onto the porcelain plate, a thinking expression crossing her face. "I must say, though. I didn't expect her to disappear into nothingness. Without messages, farewells- nothing. Nothing like her. Beatrice's eyes narrowed. "That is what makes it so perfect. If she were to stay close, there would always be a chance of her coming back. But now, with her gone, she has removed herself from the picture." She set the teacup down with a light clink. "And now, we move forward."

"You're disgusting. Making a smell like that into perfume." I threw the bottle at Sharon. "It was Sharon who gave me this bottle of perfume. I've lost my sense of smell. Not many people know about this, but Sharon knew. "She gave me this bottle of weird perfume, telling me how much it suits me. She told me to spray some on myself during the wedding, saying that it was a respect to Rachel. I sprayed some on me, then she sent a message to Rachel saying that I seduced her husband. "My best friend called me a tramp. The next day, Sharon did the same thing again, causing me to lose my job and my boyfriend.

Queenie's face twisted into an expression of utter mania, and then, in a gesture of shared malice and triumph, the couple clinked their glasses together. It was just as I had expected—being in proximity to the cursed perfume bottle was enough to initiate the spell. I immediately devised a plan and hailed a cab to the office. There, I retrieved the original porcelain bottle I had dumped in the trash can. While Preston and Queenie were having a rendezvous in the hotel, I poured the last few drops of the cursed perfume into a bottle, mixing them with Queenie's personal perfume. After that, I applied for leave at work, citing I needed some time off for recuperation, and arranged a trip with my c

Her tears, her helpless act, and her fear of being abandoned—there'd be no one to fall for any of it anymore. "I'm not lying," I said, looking at Nicole. "I applied to a college in Sorlington through waitlist admission. I'm majoring in law." Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears spilled out of them nonstop. "How could you do this, Fi? How could you abandon me?" She cried so heartbreakingly that it drew looks from nearby guests. Preston's expression darkened more and more. Then, without a word, he crouched down and picked up the papers scattered across the floor, one by one. His movements were very slow, as if he were deliberately holding something back.

Oh, come on. "She broke the flower vase on his head? Is she mad or something?" "Exactly. That was how she ruined a perfectly fine shoot for us. We did this shoot like two months ago and now, it just got released." I looked at the picture on Aminah's screen. It was Tamara Wright with her mother, all bright smiles, all perfect bodies and poses, all perfect net worth and connection. She even made it to Africa's 30 under 30 at age 14 and yet, I wonder if there was more to all her perfect life.