Perfect Match Book Novels & Stories

The officer continued, "So, it seems you are very close to our boss?" "Yes, I am," I confirmed. "What kind of work do you do?" "I'm the Executive Vice President at Flawless Beauties, which is a matchmaking service." "Isn't that kind of like an escort service?" the officer asked skeptically. "No, sir! It’s a matchmaking company," I replied firmly. "But isn’t it where women try to land wealthy men?" the younger officer chimed in as he entered the room. "Sir, we have a legitimate business. We help people find love; that’s it. Nothing more," I said, feeling hurt by their insinuations.

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“I haven’t found a particular favourite yet.” Edward had a few well liked fantasy stories so they spent a pleasurable time discussing books and trading suggestions. “Who really likes Harlequin romance novels?” he asked after spotting a shelf that was completely full of white and red book spines. He had been surprised to discover his mother had a stash of Harlequin novels on her side of his parents’ bedroom. The titles of the stories had followed a similar theme like ‘The Billionaire’s Secret Wife’, ‘Forced Marriage’ or “The CEO’s Mistress’. It hadn’t taken him long to work out that they were slushy romantic novels with lurid covers.

****** The Celebration Commences Amelia surveyed the room, her eyes landing on the bride. Catherine was at the heart of the crowd, radiant in a cream-hued evening gown that accentuated her curves. Her golden hair was styled flawlessly, a delicate tiara perched atop her head. She radiated elegance and allure, effortlessly captivating everyone in her vicinity. However, when their eyes met, Catherine’s composed demeanor faltered slightly. For a fleeting moment, a hint of irritation crossed her face, quickly replaced by a saccharine grin.

I mean, why haven't this wonderful piece been shown to the world, so people like me can savour the beauty, even though we can't reach them. She picked a book which she saw was written by her favourite author. She smiled sheepishly as she glanced through the book." She tried touching everything, with the idea of touching what turns to gold. She mistakenly hit her hand somewhere and she shrieked lightly. "Ouch, this is so painful." She said, almost crying. Just then, she heard a slight creak that sounded like a door opening and she became scared. She walked towards the place slowly and noiselessly, clutching the book to her chest and hoping secretly that it was not one of the haunted house she

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.

Honestly, I know this is not the best work out there and this is definitely not my best work. I will not ramble about how I started writing this book only for fun and how it became a paid story. No. I just wanted to stop by and let you all know that this book is actually a part of a series called PERFECT FOR YOU. Vincent and Joyce’s book is actually book 2 in the series. Richard, Misoo and Beau have their own book and so do Jordan and Aubrey, as well as Olivia Stanton.

I pictured her face, lit up with excitement as she told me she had gotten into college. She was beautiful, but perhaps not as beautiful as Gloria. Oh, it wasn't like I had any illusions about winding up with Gloria—she was married and loved her husband. I was lucky to have had that intense experience with her. It was just that Melissa had been impossibly perfect in my mind for so long, it was painful to think she could be...ordinary.

“I knew you would cooperate.” “You are having fun with this, aren’t you?” She said. “Matchmaking is fun, Blair. Watching the people you introduced fall in love is pure bliss,” I said dreamily. “Oh, I can’t wait to see who Cristo picks.” “You made your point,” she seethed. “Now leave.” “I’m leaving,” I stood up. “And Blair? I shouldn’t be telling you this but Suzan Abrams is one of the matches we are considering. I thought you might want to know who you are up against.”

I jerked my hand back and skittered away from her. Nicolette laughed, charmed by my reaction. I could only blink. “It…” I pointed toward the mark. “You…” She nodded. “Yes. You are my match.” Unable to control the punch of feeling I experienced, I drew in a shocked breath, letting the lure of that possibility consume me. But true love? A perfect match? Soul mates? I couldn’t say the idea was bad. Having one person belong to me completely—as mine and mine alone—someone who would never leave me, always love me, be my family, my home…