Perfect Life Novels & Stories

All she could see were smiles, her family, her friends, the people she loved most in the world, laughing and talking like nothing else mattered. She had a lover. A husband. A child on the way. Her mother had survived. She was surrounded by love, by life, by everything she had once only dreamed of. ‘This is the life I’ve always wanted,’ she thought, her heart full. ‘It may not be perfect, but it’s mine. And I’m ready to live it, all the way to the end.’ THE END.

"Are you happy, Aloe? With this life we've built?" I looked around our modest apartment—toys everywhere, dishes in the sink, evidence of chaotic family life. So different from the controlled perfection of my first marriage. "Completely happy. This is what freedom actually looks like—messy and imperfect and entirely mine to choose." "Ours to choose." "Right. Ours." We fell asleep that night tangled together, children safe in their rooms, life built on a foundation of honest change rather than performed perfection. It wasn't a fairy tale ending. It was better—it was real.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

An idle hand, as they say, was the devil's workshop, and my mind could very well be the devil's abode because tell me why I was already having pessimistic thoughts. "I did not know what genre you liked, so I got you one of each; I included my favourites, too. Also," She bent over again and rummaged in the basket again. "I brought this. Cam mentioned that it would be easier for you to update us about Travis' condition." It was a cellphone, similar to the one I had seen with her a while back. The device was a significant breakthrough in communication that bypassed the cumbersome modes of communication from years ago yet was only available to the rich who could afford it.

she said all of a sudden , her eyes softened as she looked at me " I know what you are thinking , but don't think it like that , hurting someone is a part of being together with someone " " I'm afraid , I couldn't follow that " She laughed leading us towards the bar , where they were serving alcohol " you believe that love is perfect isn't it ? I did too until my parents well - you know fell apart , my mother always said that they were soulmates , she believed in those perfect fairy tales , and imparted the same to her daughters ." She paused , swirling her drink in her hand " before meeting you , I thought the same , all I wanted was a perfect life , a perf

Sleep comes so much easier when you feel fulfilled. I felt like I had done everything that I had ever wanted to do and for that, I felt at peace with myself and the world around me. The world hadn't been as ugly as I thought that it would be. Well, maybe it was but the experience that I had was a pleasant one because even though I was outside, I was still kept in a safety blanket. I experienced all the things that girls in romantic movies experienced and it made me feel normal. Which is something I never thought myself to be. I mean, I was Oden's doll. There was nothing normal about that.

Richard clarified. Gary just nodded and continued munching on his pretzel. "Besides," Richard spoke. "I don't mind having to rub elbows and please my dad. Helga deserves the best. You know there was a time she and her family lived off of their goats' milk? Like that's all they had for an entire week or two." Gary whistled in a sympathetic tone. "Her family must be very happy to hear she's going to have a grand wedding, then?" Richard nodded. "Oh yeah," He spoke. "I met them a couple years ago and we chat online back and forth every now and then. They're kind people. I think they like—"

I bring her favorite white roses and tell her that there is still good in the world. I tell her that evil is always punished. And I tell her that good people are always remembered. Rest in peace, Mary. The world owed you justice, and I have delivered it.

“Now that we’ve completed our checklist, how do we go about looking for Mr. and Ms. Perfect? Should we start?” Kenneth took a deep breath. He lazily turned to his computer, asking, “Do you want a global search?” “Not really global. Maybe European and American countries? The ones I travel to. They must speak English and be no more than thirty-six years old,” she added a requirement. “Is single and without a child. Not a divorcé and not a military man, please. Oh, and not a celebrity.” “Are you sure there’s nothing else?” Kenneth asked.

"You know, those days with you were the worst of my life. I wish I knew you were this wicked, Elena." Elena smirked. "You brought out the beast in me, love. They say, 'Don't underestimate darkness' allure; even pure hearts are drawn to it.'All thanks to you." Alan begged nervously, "Today's a happy day; don't ruin it. Let's reschedule. I'll meet you, give you whatever you want." Elena laughed, raising her hands. "What more could I ask for? Check the news, Alan. It'll clarify things."