Perfect Pretty Pretty Please Novels & Stories

"Tell me, Elara. What do you think will happen if I say yes?" Elara’s voice shook. "I want you. I’ve always wanted you. And... the Luna too." A muscle in his jaw ticked. He smiled, slow and sharp. "Your fantasies. Tell me. All of them." As Elara opened her mouth, the Alpha bent low, pulling a small dagger from the table beside him. She stilled. With a single precise movement, he slit the side seam of her jeans. The fabric parted like a sigh. Elara gasped, heat racing through her veins as the denim slid down her thighs and pooled at her feet, revealing her lace panties—dark with arousal.

“Tiffany’s okay, but those other girls are so…” “Slutty?” Lexy finished. “I was going to say rude, but sure.” Andi shook her head. “Mindy Caraway, Jessica Swan, Amber James, and what’s the other girl’s name?” Lexy asked, adjusting her glasses, like that would somehow help.

When I see your face There's not a thing that I would change 'Cause you're amazing Just the way you are And when you smile The whole world stops and stares for a while 'Cause girl, you're amazing Just the way you are Yeah Her lips, her lips I could kiss them all day if she'd let me Her laugh, her laugh She hates, but I think it's so sexy She's so beautiful and I tell her everyday Oh, you know, you know You know I'd never ask you to change If perfect's what you're searchin' for, then just stay the same So don't even bother askin' if you look okay You know I'll say Fuck! What is he doing? Its embarassing!huhu! A lot of people is now watching him or us.... When I see your face There's not a thi

Oh, you know, you know, you know I'd never ask you to change If perfect's what you're searching for, then just stay the same So don't even bother asking if you look okay You know I'll say When I see your face There's not a thing that I would change 'Cause you're amazing Just the way you are And when you smile The whole world stops and stares for a while 'Cause girl, you're amazing Just the way you are The way you are The way you are Girl, you're amazing Just the way you are When I see your face

"So, um, any choice of songs for a prom night at the Kreep house?" My gaze skimmed over my form. "I'm covered in chocolate," I hesitated, and he shot me a look of pure do-you-seriously-think-I-care. "Ed's Perfect would be great I guess." West groaned. "I knew it! You are so predictable sometimes, Aditi. I know nobody thinks this, but Perfect is so fucking overrated. But I shall comply with the 'Ed' part of your wish, m'lady," he bowed ridiculously, tapping his phone once. A beautiful guitar strum started coursing through the small room, followed by Ed's emotion-evoking voice.

She carried it over to the coffee table and set it down, eyeing the spread with clear suspicion. “Hmm,” she muttered, glancing at me. “He’s really treating you like a princess, huh?” I waved my hand quickly, defending myself. “It’s not like that, Lila. He’s just… being nice because I got hurt in his house.” Lila raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. She picked up a strawberry and popped it into her mouth. “Nice? Hazel, you have killer looks and a body that could make any man lose his mind. No one is this ‘nice’ without wanting something. You should seduce Cassian and make him your sugar daddy. Think about it — €800k salary, this big mansion, private driver, and a man like that in your bed?

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.

Jeffry nodded in agreement. "That's fine too. Thank you." The girl then went inside and immersed herself in the kitchen to prepare the food for breakfast for the three of them. Meanwhile, Emily and Jeffry sat side by side, staring into the distance. "Don't make it a habit to come suddenly without telling me." Emily turned to the man sitting quietly beside her. If she wanted to see a man with everything organized, then Jeffry was it. Just look at how he sat; he was elegant and well-conditioned. He's a perfectionist and doesn't want any blemishes. That's how Jeffry is portrayed in Emily's eyes.

If Amy Farrah Fowler could have her dream prom, so could I. “ok, prom queen, what song do you want to dance to? I am afraid I don’t have a huge selection of music for you to pick from” Simon asks looking ridicoulously hot in his foil crown. “I want something slow and sweet,” I declare swaying slightly. “That’s very helpful,” he snorts “hold on, “he says as he fiddles with his phone, and soon, the husky voice of Etta James comes on. “May I have this dance? “Simon asks cheekily, and I bow my head and accept his hand. I am flushed from all the wine and the teasing; I lean on him as we sway to At Last, and it feels so apt in that moment. We sway more than dance, but I am contented just to be in

The prince did look tired. The sunlight was currently beaming off his blond hair in a pleasant way and his skin was completely immaculate. Edward suffered with the occasional pimple and had arranged his bangs in a certain way to cover up a pimple on his forehead. “That’s interesting,” he commented. “Do you enjoy doing things like that?” “I like supporting people and organisations that do good work,” he replied with a surprising amount of emotion. “I like to use my name for good.” Edward could see the spark in his eyes and was starting to change his feelings about the prince always being sulky and silent in private settings when Camilla coughed loudly. The tone was immediately darkened.