Perfect Life Novels & Stories

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

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.

“If you read the report, the doctor recommended for another check-up in a big hospital with good facilities, but we couldn’t afford it. The only thing my family could do was to take care of me, making sure I live a happy life.” “But I made your life miserable!” He whimpered. “We didn’t live this life to be happy all the time, Blake,” I said, lowering my head as I gazed at the ring on my finger. “But for Bree, I made sure to live. When we met again, you gave me another reason to hope, to love, and be happy.” I raised my hand to touch his face. “As long I follow my doctor’s advice, I can live a normal life, Blake. I can give you more babies...”

and walked toward the entrance ahead of him, her heels resonating on the stone path with deliberate steps. Inside, the living room resembled a setting from a high-end interior design magazine. Towering ceilings loomed overhead, adorned with ornate chandeliers that filled the area with a soft golden glow. Luxurious sofas surrounded a sleek fireplace, while modern art decorated the walls. “You’ve got an amazing house,” Amelia stated, her tone flat as she assessed the room. “And it’s impressive that you live here alone.” Jake chuckled lightly, stepping closer. “I appreciate the compliment. But I won’t be alone for much longer—now that you’re here.”

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

It started with sincere love and kindness because doing such things costs you nothing. Thanks to Mr. Stephen, people like him made me a princess overnight. And those that had given up on love, destiny, family and hope... I've come to realize that nobody is left behind. No matter how perfect, or imperfect you think you are. I want you to know that life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly…but merely to be LIVED. Boldly, wildly, beautifully, uncertainly, imperfectly, magically LIVED. Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same. There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman bei

The woman on the other end responded coldly, sounding somewhat annoyed. I gripped my phone, almost ready to cry. "Holly, did you see today's livestream?" After three years, I had finally seen hope. Holly scoffed. "Of course, I saw it. Louis, you abused your wife, your savior. Aren't you afraid of karma?" My heart skipped a beat, and I asked, "Didn't you watch tonight's livestream?" She answered impatiently, "Even with hidden cameras, we still respect privacy. It automatically cuts off after nine at night."

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

Selena shared in the joy of receiving this happy news after various problems had come their way. Aris nodded. He finally felt this happiness. He stepped inside and saw his wife smiling happily. And Aris hugged Allisya with immense gratitude. Aris was sure that behind all the events that had happened to him and Allisya, there was a lesson and God's infinite grace. "Darling, I'm pregnant. Even though before, I never thought I would be able to get pregnant anytime soon," Allisya still remembered how their married life, still as fresh as a newly grown corn plant, had been interfered with by Risa's schemes.