Novel & Cerita Perfect Novel

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.

However, Claire suddenly widened her eyes and pointed at the woman assaulting me on screen, shouting, "Honey, I know who that person is now! It's not me!" She looked at me with loving eyes and said, "Honey, there's actually something I've never told you. Ever since my legs were paralyzed, my mental health has been unstable. I often dream that I can stand up, only to wake up and realize I'm still disabled. Later, I became so disoriented that I couldn't tell reality from dreams anymore." She continued, "I've seen a doctor about it, and she can testify for me! I must have been in a dissociative state, so I manifested a second personality. She's the one who hurt you, not me!"

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

It is not the happy ever after as portrayed in the movies but a facade. Love is a weapon of weakness that is only of benefit to those who seek to exploit it. “Miss Waters.” Carlos called. No response. “Miss Waters.” No response. “Miss Ivy Waters!” He called with a loud voice, pulling her out of her thoughts. Ivy jerked at the sound of his voice. She didn't realize she had been so lost in her own little world. Whatever the case, she didn't feel guilty or embarrassed for it. Still, she had to play the part.

"Ugh," Tukijo woke up and saw a luxury car stop beside him. Out came a beautiful, elegant woman with long flowing hair, accompanied by a bodyguard and her driver. She is Ningsih, the genius woman who managed to grow her father's company to the top. Rumors stated that she had killed her father for obtaining an inheritance, thus being branded as a violent woman. The woman took off her sunglasses and asked the driver, "Really, he lives here?"

Finishing it off with a pair of black sandal. Getting to work as early as she could, maybe a little bit early she thought. Because no one had arrived yet she glanced her watch and it was exactly 7:30 am. She decided to start off by cleaning up Mr Valentino's office, if she'd at least wanna get him, she'd have to impress the guy. She pushed her key into the lock but it seems the door had already been open. She shrugs and entered the office. It was dark, looking for the switch of the light in the room she fell, but didn't hurt herself. She felt the environment of where she had fallen, it seems like a couch. But her butt was on a harder surface. She wanted to explore what was beneath her until

elegant, toxic, beautiful. I was a perfectionist, I had perfected my battlefield. This was my battlefield now. I smoothed the front of my ivory blouse and adjusted the tiny, golden-framed photo on the shelf, an old portrait of the Adams oil rigs, gleaming in black and white like a memory Bryan probably inherited rather than earned. Everything in the office was spotless, curated, even my own presence. From the gloss of my nails to the precise cross of my legs behind the desk, I was exactly what I needed to be: professional and unforgettable.

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

Chimamanda walked into her office, The first thing she noticed as she entered was the bouquet of Red Roses on her desk. This was the eleventh time she was receiving these flowers from Kola. She surveyed the flowers to read the note that always came with the flowers. "Just like the sun, you light up my world and like the stars you are so bright; I pray your day will be beautiful like your smile" Kola Adewale. "What the fuck is wrong with this Kola, is he clueless or something? I haven't even replied nor approved his flowers, plus I've turned down his date request so many times, and he still brings these flowers to my office" Chimamanda soliloquies.