Perfection Books Novels & Stories

My clothes were adhering to my body like a second skin, which irritated me. I dashed to a small bus stop just a few feet away. I stood beneath the awning and placed the bag beside me before squeezing the water from my hair. I then knelt on my knees and took my books and papers from my bag. My grin was wide when I noticed the book pages weren't wet, but it quickly turned to horror as I was suddenly covered in cold dirty water. When I noticed my books were drenched in brown water, I let out a small yelp. I managed to catch a glimpse of a black range rover leaving. What.The.Hell!

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I didn’t dare to make eye contact, knowing that meeting his gaze would only make the night more unbearable. Frederick was a strict and overbearing perfectionist. He despised any sign of imperfection, especially in front of his business associates and friends. He couldn't stand it when I fell short of his high standards, even in the smallest ways. His suffocating attitude was the reason I had left home before I even turned eighteen.

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.

I bring her favorite white roses and tell her that there is still good in the world. I tell her that evil is always punished. And I tell her that good people are always remembered. Rest in peace, Mary. The world owed you justice, and I have delivered it.

However, I did not hand it to her. Gritting my teeth, I pretended to lose my grip and spilled the boiling water all over her legs. I figured she would not be able to hold back and jump up in rage. I closed my eyes and silently counted, 'One, two, three...' Time passed, yet I did not feel the familiar fists crashing down on me. I opened my eyes and saw that Claire had not moved. Instead, she was still sitting perfectly upright in her wheelchair. Not only was she not angry at me, but she looked at me apologetically. "I'm so sorry, honey... I didn't catch it properly and spilled the water. Honey, did you burn your hand? That water looked really hot."

I just sighed and closed my eyes, thinking how ridiculous it might be if Astrid will find this out. "Stop thinking about it, bro. Better talk with Astrid about it after you have talked with Lia. And clear to her about you and Astrid, do not give her false hope." I nodded before I put my gray hoodie on and put the bookmark between the last pages I have read in the Bible, it was thick and have a vintage brown cover. Astrid challenged me to finish it within a year by reading it every day. And gladly that it was the third year and the third time I will finish the entire book after receiving it from her as a birthday present about three years from now.

I asked, crossing my legs. "Sure, Ms. Perez. I know you expect nothing but perfection and my team is the best in the company. I can assure you that," he stated confidently and I nodded with a smile. "That's convincing. I'll call you if I need anything," I dismissed him and let out a huge sigh, thinking about all the events that unfolded today but more importantly my mind was stuck on a certain pair of grey eyes that kept haunting me since that day at the club. It was supposed to be a one-night whatever like he said and of all places, he had to work here.

she beams as she sits down on the chair and takes her notebook and pencil. "You like swimming?" I ask, watching her doodling again on her notebook. I feel like I won't get tired of watching her. The longer I look, the more I realize why she is beautiful. She has long eyelashes that whenever she blinks or gazes, her eyes become more dreamy and gorgeous. Her childlike facial expressions are making me crazy. Like, right now, she is pouting her lips as she concentrates on something.

Honestly, I know this is not the best work out there and this is definitely not my best work. I will not ramble about how I started writing this book only for fun and how it became a paid story. No. I just wanted to stop by and let you all know that this book is actually a part of a series called PERFECT FOR YOU. Vincent and Joyce’s book is actually book 2 in the series. Richard, Misoo and Beau have their own book and so do Jordan and Aubrey, as well as Olivia Stanton.