Picture Perfect Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

And we were closer than ever. --- END OF CHAPTER 25

I wanted to look to my left and find Victor. I wanted my dada back and everything I had lost to come back to me. For one selfish moment, I wished the universe would stop taking things from me and give something back. “I wish wishes actually came true,” I muttered. The moment the words left my mouth, something changed. My blood began moving faster. I opened my eyes. The familiar fire started beneath my skin. I slowly sat upright… this is it… maybe my wishes will be full filled this time around. “Oh, come on.”

It was the smile of death. #to be continued in Chapter 2.3 - Albert's Past

I was having a lovely dream of how we all went on a picnic together, how awesome and happy I was eating the lovely meal prepared by Mrs Jane while chuckling and chatting happily with Robin, Kate was there and so was my parents. It was so lovely that I didn’t want to wake up from the dream but thanks to whoever was knocking on my door. I threw the pillow to the door as I opened my eyes in anger. I always wanted to wake up with smiles and like those celebrities in movies, who stretch their bodies and smile while opening their eyes as they are greeted with the sunlight ray coming from the open windows and the chirping of bed. That was far from it, instead of the chirping of bed it was the loud

said Doom, smiling from ear to ear. This was the first time I adored his smile. He looks so pleasing to watch, and seeing him getting excited was contagious. "We will only open one chapter; we have things to do today. Choose a specific scene, and tell me the page." He passed me the book, and it was halfway through the end. It was in Chapter 23. "Hold the book and close your eyes. In a snap of a finger, we will arrive at the exact scene you picked." "Okay,"

Alfred limped to the table where a fresh mug of coffee awaited him. As he eased himself onto the dining chair, he noticed Heloise’s satin robe was tied in such a haphazard manner that a rosy nipple was exposed. She either didn’t notice or she didn’t care as she slid the coffee mug toward her lover without lifting her eyes from the newspaper she was reading.

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Things are finally in control and some things are about to change. ---END OF CHAPTER TWENTY TWO---

It’s like there is a secret pocket in her body where the food just goes to and then gets emptied. At the airport, after telling Ami how happy she is that she finally gets her dream of having her cousin and best friend with her on her way back to the UAE, she started to relax. However, when she turned her head, she saw a tall American coming their way. Mabel was stunned. She thought her employers’ partner had already left. She quickly averted her head afraid the man would see her. Too late though because after Ami said something, the American answered which agitated Mabel some more. She tried her best to make her cousin ignore him but it seems Ami is not getting her subtle signals. Although M

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