Perfect Life Novels & Stories

Finally they just stared at each other and smiled at each other for a few moments. "Erm... but, my father didn't allow me to have a relationship," said Markonah. "If we're just friends, you don't feel heavy, right, Jo?" The girl intertwined her fingers with each other. "Relationship? What is Re-la-ti-on-ship?" asked Tukijo with his eyebrows knitted together. "I don't heavy, Markonah. I'm skinny." "Oh my gosh..." Markonah touched her forehead, suddenly feeling dizzy. "Are you an ancient human who time traveled to the modern world? Haha."

She breathed out. Her life felt so perfect it scared her so much. She had the husband of her dreams. He did everything right, and almost always said the right thing. It was as if she was some in some kind of fairytale dream and soon enough she’d wake up then it would all be gone. She fixed her hair and sat down as he showered. *** In Suncity, Love scrolled on her f******k lying on her bed. She paused coming across a post by some motivational speaker.

Dad said while laughing. I laugh too, “So all that you said is just drama to scare her?” “Of Course Baby. How can I live without you mom she’s my life and everything too like Shane to your heart. I just want her to realize that she’s not perfect at all.” “You are my idol Dad! I love you and thank you.” I hugged my dad tightly and he returned the favor and caressed my hair like a child.

I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Becca, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs." "Josh?"

"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 queried the man who was busy organizing the papers. “She didn’t tell me but from what I know, it had something to do with her job. She was one of the sweetest people I ever met. She was always struggling but never told the reasons. Always smiling as if she has everything the world has to offer her.” The man continued while my heart twisted when I imagined her going through the hardships of life alone.

I was ALWAYS misplacing my phone. As they both get out of their vehicles, Will walks over towards the truck. “Hey Jarod, this is Will. He lives up on my floor. He’s offered to help me finish moving too.” Will extends his hand out to shake Jared’s. Once again, I notice that it’s not his robotic hand.

That was everything. I was seventy-five. I was free. I was done. And I was happy. Really, genuinely, completely happy. That was enough. It would always be enough. Forever enough. I was complete. My story was complete. My life was complete. Everything else was just living. Just loving. Just being. Just peace. And that was perfect. That was victory. That was home. Finally. Really. Permanently. Complete.

My Caspian. And for the first time in forever, I allowed myself believe that perfect wasn’t just a word other people got to use. Perfect was this. Perfect was us.

Living Their Best Life The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the cozy living room, casting a warm glow over the room where Estonia and Travis had begun to find their rhythm as parents. Grace’s laughter filled the air, a sound that had quickly become the highlight of their days. The small family had settled into a routine that was as comforting as it was joyous.