Novel & Cerita Perfect Love Book

"Let's get out of here and celebrate, because then I'm taking your ass home and having my wicked way with you." I can't help but marvel at how damn perfect life feels. And that has everything to do with Cole. The man I love. Who loves me in return. Faults and all. END OF BOOK ONE: STAY

Then he showed him the last message I sent before boarding my flight. Sebastian opened the message and read it. "Sebastian, I tried for three years. I don't know what I did wrong to make you hate me so much. I've used up all my love and burned through every ounce of pride. I slammed into every wall. I've let go of every bit of resentment and accepted my loss. "From the cracks you left me in, I learned that you were only ever capable of surviving hard times, never sharing good ones. Sebastian, I'm not guilty at all. The problem lies with you. You broke your promises, and you were the first to let go."

I said laughing as he walked into the bathroom, leaving me with a smile on my face, knowing he was the man I planned on spending the rest of my life with, made me happier than one could even imagine. Sure our relationship wasn't perfect because we weren't, and life wasn't either, but I wouldn't want to be imperfect with anybody else. . . . . . . . . . Thank you guys for all the support ❤️‼️ I appreciate every read, vote, comment and share❤️‼️ I appreciate you guys and I hope you enjoyed the book, if you want to read another book done by me check out Theirs

I smiled a feeling of completion and serenity running over me, and in that moment I knew I had found my forever. . . . . . . . Thanks for reading ❤️‼️ Hope you enjoyed the book ❤️‼️ Thanks for all the support ❤️‼️ I appreciate every read, comment and vote ❤️❤️‼️ If you enjoyed this book, you can check out my other works HIS

I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Anastasia, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flawless 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." "Sebastian?"

"Ssshhh, baby doll. I want to say something. You have bewitched me from the very moment that I laid my eyes are you. I am not going to lie when I say this, but you are mine. You are the only one that could reach inside me and tame this beast." I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, baby doll, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flawless 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." "Lucas?"

This is a paradise with my loved one, I can't wish for more! ..The END... IF you want an book 2 just comment and vote gems to continue. ( ◜‿◝ )♡

She was perfect, the very definition of perfection. He stared at me while puzzled. “Because I love you,” he responded, my heart dropped, I’d allowed myself to sleep with another man while he tried to wait for me. But her, I couldn’t let him miss out on a girl that was perfect, a girl that wasn’t scared or traumatized, a girl who had so much to offer in life. I stepped back. “Is everything alright?” He asked. “She loves you, I saw her, she was crying, trembling when she saw you on that bed. You deserve her- her - She isn’t flawed, she is just perf-….”

The stars shine. And somewhere inside the house, a child sleeps, and two women watch over her. Not because they're afraid. Because they've learned that love is not about perfection. It's about presence. And they're finally present. End of Chapter 172

The room laughed again, and Ace shook his head, smiling despite himself. “This book isn’t just about love,” I said. “It’s about finding your voice again, even when you think you’ve lost it. It’s about learning that family doesn’t have to understand you perfectly to love you completely. And it’s about realizing that sometimes, your muse doesn’t look like inspiration from afar, they look like a man covered in soot, trying to pretend he doesn’t secretly love cats.” The laughter rolled once more, gentle and warm. My throat tightened, the emotion creeping in like sunlight through clouds.