Novel & Cerita Perfect Day Nothing's Standing In My Way

] No one’s POV: Mukgu woke up first, got dressed and then stood up from the bed. She then checked for their outfits but no one was flattering her eyes. She opened the closet and just sighed. While staring at it, she was feeling so down. “Nothing is fashionable here. I am so plain and Mingchan looks like a model but he does not have quality clothes because of me.” Mukgu murmured to herself while feeling like a loser.

"I hope and pray that you are the one I will wait for to walk down the aisle." "I adore you." "I want you to be my own, my priceless." "I want you to be that special woman in my life." He paused but continued. "I know I'm not meant to be telling you this now because we have to catch the person that hurt your parents, but I can't help my feelings anymore." "I want us to get the person together." "I want it to be you and I against the world." "I would never hurt you or think of replacing you."

“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

Adele drags her hands away from Grace who chuckles. “Adele common. She’s just… “ she’s not saying ok, I want to live and find my babies, the woman, the one that took my babies and my boss, they are close and I’m scared working there, it’s a risk already so I can’t be foolish. I can’t, he’s not attractive to me so I… “ you want the one-night guy,” Grace said for Adele to sigh. “ you are crazy. I’m done talking about this, I have work tomorrow morning” she said walking away while Grace sighed and followed her behind.

“ I love you , I love you “ he kept repeating as he trailed kisses down my jaw , to my neck . “ I love you too “ I love him so much that I can feel my heart stop whenever I think a future without him , I can’t even imagine my world without him but it doesn’t matter anymore because he was here , with me . Even if we fuck up this thing that we have now , no matter how much we screw it up .., I could feel that we still will find our ways back to each other . Because even if it wasn’t perfect - and laden with imperfections , it was ours to keep .

Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.

The tree creaks. "I am okay," I say. "I am not perfect. I am not fixed. I am not done. But I am okay. And okay is enough. Okay is not settling. Okay is not giving up. Okay is just... okay. And okay is okay." The sun comes up. The sky turns pink. The birds start singing. I close my eyes. I listen. I breathe. I stay. --- Damon finds me an hour later. He is holding two mugs of coffee.

I stood behind Claire, aimed at her neck, and raised the knife. The comments went crazy. [Holy shit! What am I seeing?!] [This has to be edited, right?] [What is going on? Am I hallucinating?]

“Perfect Lover?” I nodded, leaning slightly against the chair across from him. “It’s silly, I know. But the story behind them is kind of sweet. The idea is that if two people are perfectly synchronized, in the same ‘time zone,’ they’ll never miss each other. But if they aren’t…” I gestured vaguely, feeling oddly self-conscious. “...well, it’s not anyone’s fault. They’re just living in different worlds. Different stages of life, different priorities. You can’t force that kind of timing.” He studied me for a moment, something unreadable in his dark eyes. “And you think the person I’m waiting for is in a different time zone?”

The sky was a perfect, cloudless, clear blue. Victor and Dynasty sat and listened to the sound of the waves crashing just over the banks. The only other sound was an occasional vehicle passing by here and there. It was truly a quiet little spot on the outskirts of Miami—a perfect hideaway that would offer the two of them the freedom to just be normal lovers.