Perfect Match Book Novels & Stories

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.

Before she could answer, the line went dead. By the time Ava arrived to Roman's penthouse later that evening, the load of the day had settled hard on her. She hadn’t intended on coming, in fact, sworn she wouldn’t reach here anymore. But Malone’s attack felt too neatly planned, too personal, and Roman was the only guy who could match him step for step. Roman opened the door before she could knock. He looked like he’d been waiting for her, his tie gone, his shirt open at the collar. “You don’t look surprised,” she said, brushing past him.

The marriage had been her idea from the beginning. She had seen him that day on the farm and fallen head over heels in love. Of course, he had only accepted because of her wealth—nothing more. Just like Leah in the Bible, she had been rejected for Rachel. Her sacrifices had meant nothing to him… or to any of them. "But why, Alfred? Was I never enough?" she asked, handing him the folder, a weak smile of defeat plastered on her face. "You were never enough… at least not for someone like me, All you’ve ever been is a spare part for us all—nothing more," he said.

"Your favorite moonstone's been protecting you this whole time. I hope it keeps bringing you good luck." A faint blush crept onto her face. She glanced at him shyly and whispered, "Simon, you'll always stay by my side too…" Surprise flashed in Simon's eyes. It seemed as if he hadn't expected her to say that. "Laila, I've always seen you as a sister. When Zora agreed to donate her kidney, I promised her she'd always be my mate." Laila's eyes reddened. "But Simon, I love you," she whimpered. "And I know you love me too. Why else would you treat me so well? I don't want to be your sister. I want to be your mate!"

Heather replied. “I hope it goes well.” I replied, genuinely glad that my stomach no longer twisted into itself, each time she gave me updates on my unborn niece or nephew. Now, I could be wholeheartedly elated for my sister and her husband. “Me too,” Heather said, smiling wistfully, “My flower store is being worked on right now and Murphy has been my rock through everything. I truly struck gold with him, didn't I?” “You surely did,” I agreed. “By the way, your ring is very stunning. Don't mind anything I said the other night.” Heather said, her tone profuse as she stared at my left hand, “Wait, why aren't you wearing it today?”

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.

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

"Book it, and our proprietary algorithm will match you with your perfect partner from within our network. You'll have no idea who they are until you meet them in the suite itself. The environment adapts to your combined preferences, creating something entirely unique to that pairing. You'll have an hour in the Obsidian Suite to decide if you want to go your separate ways, or carry on and take advantage of one of the overnight suites." I watched as several heads turned toward each other, whispered conversations beginning. A woman near the centre raised her champagne flute. "How do we know we'll be compatible with our match?" "Trust the algorithm," I replied. “We have a 98% success rate. Your

"Yeah, I know. Perks of being a neighbourhood kid to the college. Anyways, I called you up again to tell you this. I gotta go. Bye!" "Bye!" I wished back and hung up. I spent the next couple of hours talking to my family and reading Cecelia Ahern's 'Perfect'. I was done reading 'Flawed' before I came here and started reading 'Perfect' yesterday morning. Honestly speaking, I was fond of 'Perfect' more than 'Flawed' because of many reasons but especially of one big solid reason: I shipped Carrick and Celestine more than I shipped Art and Celestine. I just loved the chemistry between Carrick and Celestine and that made me so addicted to the book.

Readers loved the honesty, the vulnerability, the way Riley and Samuel refused to pretend everything was perfect. "Listen to this review," Sarah said when she visited with Lysander. "This book is a love letter to imperfection. Riley Chen doesn't just tell you about falling in love. She tells you about staying in love when it's hard, when you're tired, when life gets in the way. It's beautiful and real and necessary." "That's a good review," Lysander agreed. "It's a great review." Sarah looked at Riley, who was nursing Selene on the couch. "You did it again. Another bestseller."