Running From Perfect Love Novel Novels & Stories

I said to myself. I looked up to see who carried it and saw that it was Greg, my Greg, smiling and grinning as he waved at me, I didn't know when I dropped the bag and ran right into his open arms. As I closed my eyes, I saw my own Fairy tale unfolds in front of me. The beginning of my happy ever after. My prince charming is not a prince, he's a king and I, Pearl Adams is the queen!. THE END ////////// Hi everyone, let me officially introduce myself to my readers. I’m Anastasia and my penname is Alphabetical B on Goodnovel. I’m also an author on Plopnow, it’s a kind of interactive app.

"Perfect. Drive safe. We'll see you later." "See you later. Love you bye." "Love you too kid." Andreas says before hanging up the phone. Soft footsteps enter my room and from the perfect smell I know exactly who it is. I turn around to see Aidan leaning in the door way. Goddess he's good looking. The late afternoon sun catches in his hair and reflects in his gorgeous eyes, making them sparkle. I can't believe I didn't want a mate. This is the best thing in the world. Knowing that he's mine and I am his, to the end.

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

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I couldn’t focus. He looked up at me. “I want to make love to you tonight Becca.” I couldn’t speak. I just nodded yes. That’s when I felt him pick me up, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to my bed. Will laid me down so my knees hung off the bed. He was balancing himself on top of me. He picked up where he left off. He continued kissing my nipples then worked his way down. That’s when I started to panic. My bump. He’s going to totally be turned off by my bump. I then tried to lean up. He makes eye contact with me, and for some reason I knew he was beyond okay with my bump. So I quit my tiny protest and lie back down. He kisses just above my belly button and my heart ski

It was finished. Her debut novel. After the Fall. All 87,416 words of it. A shaky breath escaped her lips. The cursor blinked on the final page, where her protagonist walked away from the wreckage of heartbreak and into the light of something new—something earned. Clara’s eyes burned with tears she hadn’t realized were building. It wasn’t just a story. It was hers. A patchwork of wounds and healing, truth and fiction stitched together. And Alex—he was in every chapter. In the way she described longing. In the ache of the heroine’s denial. In the slow, burning realization that love—real love—was never perfect, but always worth fighting for.

“Maybe that’s why I need you. You don’t let the chaos win.” She rolled her eyes, trying to deflect all the sweet praise from what he said. “You need me because I’m good at my job. Don’t make it personal.” “It already is,” Roman answered, his voice lower. The air moved between them, the lines she had boldy tried establishing blurring in ways she wasn’t ready to accept. "I am going to rest my head" Ava said closing her eyes immediately as she tried to ruin the weird tension. By morning, Ava’s phone buzzed with hundreds of messages. The article had gone viral, and the damage was spreading. Clara called first, her voice rigid.

“The ideal little thorn in my side has finally removed herself from my existence.” Beatrice, reclining on a chaise by the window, looked up from her cup of tea. “Gone, yes,” she reflected, her tone tinged with pleasure. “But is it for good? That’s what we ought to ponder.” Catherine pivoted, her silk robe swirling around her legs as she approached. “Oh, come now, Mother. Allow me to relish this moment. Amelia has finally recognized the inevitability of her situation. She couldn’t withstand the stress, the accusations. She understood she was defeated.”

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Celine closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of her home—the gentle noise of her family and the calm feeling of love that had lasted through everything and was still strong. For the first time, she didn't worry about what tomorrow would bring. Because today was enough. And in the quiet moments between laughter and happiness, they found what they had always wanted—not perfection, but lasting love. THE END....... *************************** BOOK TWO: "THE REID TRIOLOGY" Follows Caesar's story "CAGED BY THE BILLIONAIRE HEIR" but it is only on NOVELLAIR ( please check it out if you are into dark romance) THANKS FOR THE LOVE AND SUPPORT