Perfect Life Novels & Stories

We named him Sander, and here I am watching our two-year-old Sander chasing his eight-year-old sister, both giggling, with my loving wife beside me, head leaning on my shoulder, with a smile plastered on her lips, watching our children. I could say that my life is perfect now, and I couldn't ask for more. Abby looked up at me, and I pressed my lips on her, deepening the kiss, but we both burst into laughter when Arabella sat between us, breaking our kiss with her brother in her arms, giggling. My life is so perfect. The life that I've been dreaming of come true. Love is always the key to happiness, and I am so thankful that Abby stole that picture of me that day; because of it, my life becam

Of life happening despite everything. Late in night. Moon high. Stars bright. Most guests departed. Returned to territories. To lives. To continuing despite everything. Core pack remained. Close pack. Family pack. Those who mattered most. Sitting around fire. Just being. Just together. Just present. "Today was perfect," Kira said. Leaning against me. Tired but happy. Exhausted but present. "Not because nothing went wrong. Because we chose it anyway. Because we celebrated anyway. Because we lived anyway. That made it perfect. That made it real."

Marcus I was on a permanent high. Life was great. I have finally found my place, and I couldn’t be happier. We settled on a routine we would wake up with someone giving someone a blow job, shower together, then I would made breakfast while Simon got ready either for the office in town or the house office. We had breakfast together and, if he was working from home, lunch as well. Dinner is always in front of the Tv as we watch a show together. We had finished BBT, and now we were watching Young Sheldon, and yes, we are obsessed with the show. We cuddled and made out before heading to bed for more of the same. We hadn’t had penetrative sex yet, but we had done everything else, and it’s been gr

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.

“You just have to remember I’m 26, my favorite musician is Madonna, and I love to organize and cook. I hate my job and I love, love, love Elizabeth Taylor. Fun fact: a rare strain of pneumonia nearly killed her in 1960. She was pronounced dead but made a miraculous recovery!” “I also know you ramble when you are nervous, or sad, or both and you corner people you don’t know into crazy situations! I’m older than I care to tell you. I like every type of music there is, just about. I also like everything you like, except organizing! I’m messy, cluttered and disorganized. I just held interviews for an assistant at my advertising firm. I didn’t like any of them, but I like you and you hate your jo

He looked tipsy—his cheeks flushed so as his ears. "What's your ideal life, Aria?" he said, kissing my neck and shoulder blades. Ideal life? A series of memories flooded my head. And most of it dates back to my childhood. I dreamed of a life filled with love when I was younger. To get stronger during my teenage. Peace, however, is all I want right now. For me, life has been a never-ending roller coaster of suffering. I want to live a life without war. No conflict, no adversaries — that sounds ideal, truly.

We'd stand next to her crib in the nursery, leaning against each other and watching her do nothing more than breathe. Sometimes, I can't believe how perfect my life is. My fingers still linger on Ramona's belly. It almost scares me, how happy I am. This can't be real. I'm living on the estate with the man I love and the most beautiful little girl that ever existed. I've reconciled with my brother, and I've found a true friend in his wife. It's perfect. It's just perfect. And I never want it to change.

That's weird, I ask her why marriage has to be like that, why the fights? Don't want to live off money, that's not a marriage, nor happiness. I remain silent because I don't want to get involved in my parents' marriage, however, I don't plan on doing the same as them. I don't seek perfection, I just want a relationship that isn't too complicated.

he said slowly He felt a heavy drooping in his chest, it felt almost suffocating. “But I am the one you love. It's either her or me, Alfred. Don't you want me to be happy? Don't you want us to live the life we always wanted?” She said, her voice innocent yet intentional. He smiled, weakly at first then broadly. “It's now or never bae and I will be by your side every single way” she whispered through the crack of her gap teeth.

Jax's POV Everything was perfect. My life was perfect. My wife was perfect. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me in all my years of living.Our trip to Serenity Springs was perfect, in fact, too perfect, like something straight out of a fairytale. I could see why Ivy had always wanted to go there—it was truly magnificent. And nothing could beat our vow renewal ceremony. From the moment we woke up until the moment we fell asleep, the day had been pure perfection.