Perfect Novel Novels & Stories

"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.

James was only complying because of his parents and not for love. Nothing would have stopped him from kissing her that night bit somehow, the saint in him had reminded him of his vow to never take advantage of her and last night, she was damn vulnerable. He really tried. Janelle Anderson was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Everything about her was perfect. Her laughter, her smiles, her stubborn attitude, the way she stomps her feet to the ground when she's trying to make a point and no one is getting it. Even her playful nature was appealing to him. Her heart was a rare one and she was always loyal to all her friends. But now, he will have to stay away from her, before he repaid t

Ms. Perfect likes her psychology exercises. Kate, being the hyper-imaginative daydreamer and overanalyzing girl that she is, always feels like she’s fighting for her life against Ms. Perfect’s mind games. She feels exactly like Beatrice Prior in the serum-induced psych aptitude test.

“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.

“It sounds perfect.” ~end~

But now, I was finally in the right state of mind to continue. As I read, my mind drifted—back to those rare, bright grey eyes. Without realizing, I dropped the book, letting my thoughts wander. Ken was a distraction. I remembered the first day I saw him—good-looking, undeniably so. Today confirmed it: perfectly carved brows, whirlpool eyes, a well-set jaw, and lips too perfect for a man. His personality was both simple and sophisticated, adding another layer of attraction. I had to admit, Ken was a fine man, as I liked to say. His scent lingered with me too. I knew perfumes well enough, but I’d never smelled one that described a perfect man.

Patrick deliberately made her drink it, as he wanted her to be more talkative. He was really desperate to hear the full, and above all, the true story about his mother, not the one he had heard from her younger sister, Jo's mother, or his father and uncle. For all of them, she was a flawless figure, a perfect person with impeccable character, who could only be talked about in superlatives. After years of working with Nick, he knew that something like a ‘perfect’ person didn’t exist. The more ideal someone seems to be, the more secrets they hide behind layers of facades. The perfection was often just some kind of camouflage.

In contrast to the bustling city outside with skyscrapers and never-ending traffic, the interior of this place is pleasant and cheerful. When I looked around the café, I noticed that every pair of eyes was fixed on me, which perplexed me. But it hit me when I noticed a shattered glass near my feet. When I awoke from my siesta, I must have pushed it off. My cheeks flushed with humiliation, and I timidly apologized. I looked up when I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw a woman in her early 40s. She is stunning, with blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, exquisite skin, and the most stunning pale blue eyes that remind me of the sea.

He asked rubbing his well shaped nose on Adele cheeks before he moved towards her ear and whispered. “Because you are my fated perfection” he whispered before he looked at her green eyes which turned teary. That’s the first time anyone ever told her words to make her important. Gently Harden took her lips again, this time so slowly but full of wants, Adele gave him back the energy, all the time she wanted so bad to have him it’s here so she let herself free, free from not just her desire but also her life and the world happening around her……

It was silent now, aside from my footsteps, but I still could imagine just how magical it felt when the piano at the center of the room was being played. I kept searching the library; none of the titles stood out to me so I gave up and grabbed the book that was sitting in a cozy-looking chair. I plopped myself down and flipped through the first few pages. My eyebrows furrowed as I closed the book and reread the title. "The Origin of Shifters?" I murmured. This book should be thousands of pages long with obnoxiously dense material, but the one in my hands was maybe a hundred pages and full of hand-drawn pictures.