Perfect Novel Novels & Stories

My Perfect Abrupt Marriage Chapter 7 Cardyn's When I was young, I used to imagine how life would have felt like if I were in a Disney movie or land. I imagined it to be perfect, additionally not having to worry about money or something like that. However, as I grew up in a rather humble background, I dare not complain for I knew that's the capacity of my parents and I am just fine with it. Though sometimes it's good to imagine if my life was any different from my current status, I didn't want to leave what I had been accustomed to and be treated as though I was some noble lady like what was happening right now.

she whispered, stepping out. ******* The Café: A Brief Refuge The café was a striking departure from the sterile, high-pressure environment of Wellington Holdings. Its interior boasted a delightful blend of rustic warmth and contemporary elegance. Exposed brick walls were adorned with shelves of books and curios, while vibrant greenery hung in macramé holders from the ceiling. The air was saturated with the scents of freshly brewed coffee, spiced chai, and warm pastries, providing a temporary relief for Amelia’s frayed nerves.They opted for a secluded booth, far removed from the bustling groups of customers. Jake signaled the waiter and made his order without checking with her—he chose a str

But then he realized something when reading it. Mingchan was holding that thin page and staring at that panel where that robot guy was being kissed by a woman. “W-why is this so familiar?” Mingchan asked himself as the My Perfect Boyfriend w*****n was based on their true to life story. Mingchan was reading everything. He could not stop laughing and giggling until he reached the latest episode.

I followed wordlessly behind Bishop as we walked through the beautiful modern and masculine apartment. I could tell that it was a penthouse because it had the best view of the city that we were in. Everywhere I looked, there was a view of the night life. It was truly beautiful and such a breath of fresh air from the warehouse that I was kept at just a few hours ago. I felt small compared to his figure. He was taller than Oden but Oden was built more muscular than him.

Chapter 32 Third person POV Alexander has taken his sweet time to shower since he felt he needed to clean his mind and not only his body. After almost being in the shower for the last thirty minutes, he steps out and looks around his room casually. His room resembled a perfect magazine cover of interior decor company, with a king sized bed placed in the middle which is covered by steel blue bed sheets; a Gobi dunes beige nightstand just beside his bed that has a beautiful white lamp and some scented candles placed on it.

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Perfect Mess. My Perfect Mess was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.”)

We say our goodbyes and go our different parts. We walk in silence, our footsteps and breaths are the only sounds that are heard.The night is really chilly —funny how I didn't notice it before— and I instantly regret not bringing out a sweater. I look at Matteo and see that he isn't wearing his jacket, it's still in his hands. The jacket looks really comfy so I swallow and ask, “Uhm, if it's okay with you please can I borrow your jacket”.He turns to me and nods his head. “Sure you can”. I take the jacket from his outstretched hands. “Thank you”.I put the jacket on and inhale his colonge and some other scent on it.Carrots. “I love how you smell like carrots”. I say and immediately I wish I co

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.

They stood together in silence, the only sound the soft hum of the elevator. The average figure's gaze locked onto the suitcase carried by the tall figure, his hand reaching out to claim it. But his attention was split. In that moment of distraction, his elbow jabbed back, connecting with the cup. The man's reflexes were quick but not quick enough. The coffee spilt, a dark arc splashing across Elena's gown mere inches from her breast.

Sora concluded. “Well, she’s far from perfect. It’s like when you see a novel, and it's a best seller so everyone likes it. So you get intrigued and you find it beautiful by its cover alone. Then as you read, you come to realize that its story has conflicts. But of course, those conflicts would not make you hate the novel, instead, you understand more of its depth, you fall more for its beauty.” “I never took you as this witty and well-spoken, Vernon.” Sora complimented.