Running From Perfect Love Novel Novels & Stories

“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

Then he showed him the last message I sent before boarding my flight. Sebastian opened the message and read it. "Sebastian, I tried for three years. I don't know what I did wrong to make you hate me so much. I've used up all my love and burned through every ounce of pride. I slammed into every wall. I've let go of every bit of resentment and accepted my loss. "From the cracks you left me in, I learned that you were only ever capable of surviving hard times, never sharing good ones. Sebastian, I'm not guilty at all. The problem lies with you. You broke your promises, and you were the first to let go."

Just this quiet kind of joy that seeps into everything, into the way Mila snores softly between us, the way Ivan’s thumb rubs slow circles on the back of my hand, the way the moonlight spills across the sheets like it, too, knows this is a sanctuary. My sanctuary. I never imagined I’d get this kind of ending. I didn’t think girls like me did. Not after everything I’d lost. Not after how badly I’d been broken. But maybe that’s the thing about real love. It doesn’t show up dressed in perfection. It shows up when you’re raw and messy and still bleeding from the past. It shows up when you least expect it, when you’re not even looking, and it stays. It fights. It doesn’t run.

There was nothing so wondrous as this, nothing so fulfilling as a perfect kiss "A perfect kiss?" Joanna Lennox glared at the last page of her Gothic novel, Lady Jade's Wild Lord. "There is no such thing as a perfect kiss." A perfect kiss was a myth. She was sure there wasn't, because if there were, she would have been kissed by now and known that, wouldn't she? Yet here she was at twenty years old, unkissed, uncourted, and utterly alone.

Perfect For Me Victor, for the first time, thought he might faint from her pelvic tightening around his hardened heart. When she released him, he plunged in and out of her flesh like a scandalous hummingbird seeking the most wanton of nectars. Dynasty felt a new and unfamiliar feeling that tore through her like lightning.

“I know someone who can take care of us. My teacher. You will have to pay her more than she gets paid at the school. Her name is Love. Her house is along the way to Jade’s father's house, we can go and see her.” Adrian smiled. “Ok.” * At Love’s teacher’s quarters, she sat under a tree scrolling through her F******k. A car drove in at the gate. She frowned then it parked close to her. Given got out. She got up smiling. “Given..” “Look!” Adrian stepped out of the car. Love’s breath caught as she looked at the tall buffed man. The pictures didn’t do him any justice, he was so handsome making her feel conscious of herself.

The room laughed again, and Ace shook his head, smiling despite himself. “This book isn’t just about love,” I said. “It’s about finding your voice again, even when you think you’ve lost it. It’s about learning that family doesn’t have to understand you perfectly to love you completely. And it’s about realizing that sometimes, your muse doesn’t look like inspiration from afar, they look like a man covered in soot, trying to pretend he doesn’t secretly love cats.” The laughter rolled once more, gentle and warm. My throat tightened, the emotion creeping in like sunlight through clouds.

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.