روايات وقصص ضمن Running From Perfect Love Novel

It was done, and it was perfect. THE END

A woman who would forever live in their hearts. That was the end of the story, but the grief and love would never truly end.

"That chubby kid thinks he's all that just because he comes from a rich family. He doesn't know yet that the male lead is actually Wesley Hunter, the wealthiest and most influential person in all of Centrae! "And when he finds out that the female lead, Hilary Jameson, and her daughter, Sandy Hunter, got bullied like this, he is going to bankrupt the Sterlings!" I cocked my eyebrow when I read the comments, silently taking note of the information given. When I arrived at Theo's preschool, I saw him standing in the corner, silent, his head down. A beautiful young woman was carrying a little girl in her arms, not too far away, comforting her quietly. She had to be Hilary, the main female lead t

Chapter 18 The city lay before them, infinite and unforgiving. Shadows stretched long under trembling streetlights, the air thick with the distant scent of rain and gasoline. Lena and Noah ran. Steps rang out behind them—closer than she would have liked. Damien wouldn't give up. He was a ghost from her past, resurrected just when she'd begun to believe she was finally free. She was breathing fast, her heart racing in her chest. "We need cover."

“And if I told you I don’t want saving?” “Then I’ll still try.” She moved closer, unafraid now. The floor burned beneath her bare feet, but she didn’t care. She pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the violent rhythm of his heart under her palm. “Because love isn’t about saving someone who’s perfect—it’s about not giving up on them when they’re falling apart.” Kael’s breath hitched. For a moment, the darkness recoiled, the god’s whispers fading. He leaned forward, their foreheads touching, eyes locked in desperate silence.

My gaze wanders to the sky as the justice of the peace performs the ceremony. “Now is the time for the votes. I stand in front of her and look into her teary eyes. Cecilia takes a little puppy breath so as not to spill them before speaking. — I've always been the type of girl who dreamed of Prince Charming, of perfect love, free of drama, of a happy family. And you definitely didn't fit into any of that. ’ Everyone laughs, and I crack a smile, because it’s true. — It was when I met you that I discovered that love doesn't have to be perfect, it doesn't have to be one hundred percent correct. You are the perfect person for me, Thomas. Even though you were angry, stubborn, bossy, and stubborn,

"It doesn't matter, me and your mom only had a realtionship for 5 months and then we get married. You will know the right person, it fits you well and you will feel right.” "Really?" "Let me ask you, compare her with Patricia. I know Patricia for so long but she's not right for you, it doesn't seem match. Love is like a puzzle piece, it will attach if you meet the perfect pair.” "I do feel right about her." I looked at her laughing with my mom tasting the food "So what are you waiting for?" "She hasn't finished school yet." "Well discuss it with her then, don't be a fool!" "Boys!" My mom brought a watermelon for us to eat before eating the main course.

It is not the happy ever after as portrayed in the movies but a facade. Love is a weapon of weakness that is only of benefit to those who seek to exploit it. “Miss Waters.” Carlos called. No response. “Miss Waters.” No response. “Miss Ivy Waters!” He called with a loud voice, pulling her out of her thoughts. Ivy jerked at the sound of his voice. She didn't realize she had been so lost in her own little world. Whatever the case, she didn't feel guilty or embarrassed for it. Still, she had to play the part.

I walk a little farther to the left as I reminisce what was said to me. “You can never be loved Andrea, no one would ever love you. You are incapable of love, all you do is bring sadness into others life. You really are a useless child". Those particular words have always echoed at the back of my mind ever since they were said to me. Annalia doesn't know this, but I've always thought that in our friendship and sisterhood, my love was one sided.

I've never read any of them. It was only after he spoke that I realize he was behind me. I thought he was still sitting on the bed. I run my hands over the book, my eyes catching the titles, A fresh Start, For Mbatha and Rebecca, Agony in get voice, Felicia, The betrayal, for better for worse, Evbu my love... I pulled Evbu, my love out. It's actually my best pacesetter novel. I flipped through the pages and sniffed it.