Novel & Cerita Picture Perfect Chapter 2

he said. A few scattered responses followed as he stepped forward. “Take out your books and turn to Chapter 25.” The sound of pages flipping filled the room. Placing my book in front of me on the desk. I then opened it, my fingers moving automatically as I turned to the chapter. “I’d like for you all to fill these out while reading the chapter,” Mr. Cole said, moving between the desks as he placed a packet in front of each of us. Once he finished, he returned to his desk and sat down.

Fake marriage is chapter 1...there was a little mix-up Chapter 2: Alice's POV The midday sun cast a brilliant glare over the city, bouncing off the towering glass buildings as our sleek black SUV navigated through the bustling streets toward the restaurant. I leaned back in my seat, fingers tapping restlessly against the door handle as my mind wandered back to the stranger from the airport. I couldn’t believe I'd actually considered speaking to him, let alone involving him in my half-baked plan.

She smiled when she saw all of the city lights outside. She looked at the mirror and saw someone standing there. She can't see her face but when she looked back at Alexis, she immediately passed out. ==== END OF CHAPTER 2. ====

Madison's expression turned wary. "What's wrong? Must you act so distant now, when we've cooperated before?" The man let out a cold laugh. At that moment, Zack returned. He looked anxious when he saw the man in the ward. Just as he was about to barge in, Madison suddenly barked, "What cooperation? Don't make it sound so noble. You took money to do a job, don't pretend it was anything more!" The man chuckled coldly. "Are you trying to reason with a drug dealer now?"

Cherry moaned again, then purring around Reese's legs and then strolling out of the bedroom with her tail raised to do her jokes somewhere else. "I'm not hiding." I put my family picture back on the floor and looked at one where my mother was pictured with me and Wynn. "I just wanted ... no idea." Reese pushed away from the door frame and then sat down at the foot of our bed. His gaze wandered over the accumulation of my memories around me. "How are your hands?" Actually it was unnecessary to take a look, I knew what they looked like. The sandbag had done a great job. The knuckles on both hands were split, but things could have been worse. "That's OK."

In my defense, they were not posted closely, and I was struggling to scroll up and down comparing them. I went back to the boyfriend's page, and found a few more of his pictures. I poured myself a neat brandy and sat comfortably on my couch and started studying him. His pictures to be more factual. I think we've already established that his eyes are quite stunning. It's like staring at glowing hot honey, under a scorching sun, if that makes any sense. His blonde curls looked soft enough to want to run my fingers through them. In one of the pictures he has stuck his tongue out mischievously, his eyes closed, with his hands cupping each side of his face.

I see her child side wanting to be set free , yet the bruises I had given her holds her back. My heart begins to shatter when I see her try to bend over to pick up a flower – I shut my eyes tightly , not wanting to see her suffer. After a few seconds , I reopen my eyes and find her admiring the yellow flower that is in her hand – this makes me smile.

It was the beginning of spring. The sun shone brightly and the sky was so clear that it felt like magic. Birds chirped as they flew through the sky, with a melody so sweet it was hypnotizing. After stepping out of the luxurious black car, James slowly walked up the path to Mina's house, carrying his small panda bag on his shoulders and looking down at the vibrant wildflowers that had burst into bloom along the path. The little puppy had already scurried to Mina's door, feeling a sense of comfort and relief at the prospect of returning home.

I hear the sound of flesh striking flesh before the pain registers, as I go flying back. My vision is blurry as I try to blink past the pain as I lay on the ground. I see a figure approaching me, a hand seizing my shirt and slamming me against the vault door. Thankfully my skin doesn’t come into contact with it. “W-Wh- Rachel?!” The red hair and tawny eyes become clearer, as does the smirk. “Oh, don’t look so surprised,” Rachel sneers. “You always did suspect me.” I struggle in her hold but she’s much stronger. “I did but not after that night-“

I want to run away, turn around, or vanish, but my damn legs won't respond. "It can't be! His body was exactly as she had imagined it. Sculpted, athletic, extremely easy to look at. She was gazing at him so absentmindedly that she let out a loud sigh. God, what is she doing? As I watched, he unbuttoned his pants. My breath caught in my throat. He began to slowly lower his pants, letting them fall to his hips and then down to the floor, then he pulled out one leg and then the other. He was left in tiny boxers that fit him perfectly and left nothing to the imagination. I clenched my thighs, which suddenly felt very hot. I cursed loudly, left the plate on the table, and immediately left the hou