Perfect Illusion Claudia Tan Novels & Stories

She stammered, "M-Maverick, these photos, these agreements… they're fake—all fake! How could I ever do something like this? Ophelia is trying to frame me!" Right on cue, tears streamed down her face, making her look utterly pitiful. I calmly reached into my bag and pulled out a USB drive. "Emma, you recorded videos to pay off your gambling debts. Do you need me to help you relive those memories?" Her expression twisted from pitiful to vicious in an instant. She grabbed a cup of hot tea from the table and hurled it straight at me. "Ophelia, you bitch!" She moved so fast that I instinctively shut my eyes and raised my arm to block it. But the pain of hot tea scalding me never came.

Not anything was out of place, a wall of microphones bowed before him like obedient servants. “Turn it up,” I whispered, and Taylor obeyed. “We live in dangerous times,” Carl’s voice poured into the room, smooth and lethal. “Anderson Global is under attack by radicals spreading lies. At the centre of this is a young woman calling herself Skyla Leon Jefferson. She claims to be a victim. But the truth…” He paused, just long enough to sting. “…is far more tragic.” My stomach knotted into twists. “She was no victim. She was a volunteer subject in Project Delphinium. A willing participant. Her story is fabricated, and her scars are manufactured. She is not a hero of any sort. She is Anderson prop

When I found out I was going to die, I accepted it with ease. My mate, Simon Knightley, came to me with a sullen expression and said, "Zora, Laila has been in poor health since birth. She's an Omega with the weakest healing ability. "One of her kidneys is failing, and she needs a transplant to survive."

were just interns in tight suits, currently grabbing lattes from a catering cart. Clara stood in the center of the stage, her summer dress stained with real sweat but her heart shattered by a fake baby. She looked down at the silicon model of "Hope" in her arms. It was perfect—weighted, warm to the touch, programmed to mimic a heartbeat—but its eyes were dead. "Julian?" Clara’s voice was a whisper that barely carried over the chatter of the stagehands. "Is this... is this the 'Real' Vivienne?"

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

She is a hell confused as to what she should do? Clara started chanting, Should I go or not? She doesn't feel like asking anyone. She wants to make decisions alone. Her head starts painting because of continuous pressure. She looked at the clock which strikes 4 already. His words about bothering her made entry to her head again and she didn't waste any time to grab her favourite long gown. As he already mentioned that it's a family function, she dressed up accordingly. She looked at herself in the mirror and complimented her skills. She looked absolutely like an angel. Even to reject a proposal she needs to be perfect and the guy should rot till the end.

I declared. "Let operation Get rid of Natasha begin, we need three stages to achieve this" She took a paper and pen from my table and sat back down on the bed. "First, Frustrate her entire being" I looked at her questionably "How do I do that?" I asked her "How do you frustrate someone you dumb ass. First, show up at places where she thinks she's a goddess and create a scene. Second, make sure everything she thinks it's perfect feels useless once you get there. Three, make her feel inferior anytime she sees you. Like improve your fashion sense and your charm as a woman. I know that aspect will not be difficult for you. You're still the same girl who freaking seduced the whole Damilola Freder

I asked, crossing my legs. "Sure, Ms. Perez. I know you expect nothing but perfection and my team is the best in the company. I can assure you that," he stated confidently and I nodded with a smile. "That's convincing. I'll call you if I need anything," I dismissed him and let out a huge sigh, thinking about all the events that unfolded today but more importantly my mind was stuck on a certain pair of grey eyes that kept haunting me since that day at the club. It was supposed to be a one-night whatever like he said and of all places, he had to work here.

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.

Does she have the time to feel true love and have him as her King? When your life is already planned ahead of you, do you really have a choice to change it? When you’re born with a tiara on your head, do you really think you have the chance to correct and perfect your imperfections? Probably not.