Seven Perfect Things Novels & Stories

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

Toronto, Canada Quinn POV Amongst the twenty-two women here, I only get along with Sarah. When I arrived she was so sweet and welcoming that I felt it was suspicious, it wasn't until a week and a half ago that she told me she had been crushing on Archie, one of the seven sins. Once a talk that relates to the seven brothers comes into our conversation, she can't keep her mouth shut any longer and rambles on about Archie all day long. She knew I was sent here by Ace and because of the few news she got from the United States she thought I was dating Ace only and that we both would become wives of the Luthers once Archie noticed here. Her so much love for Archie made it so difficult for me to br

Being semi-famous is annoying sometimes. I also have no desire to make out with Hunter anymore. Hunter is part of my Model Perfect image, we are a package deal. It's unfortunate for me, that Aftershock has a partnership with Model Perfect. We are the 'it couple' and if there is a slip up the partnership is over. Would that be such a bad thing?

Like confidence dripping from every inch of him. And then, he smiled. He had the guts to smile. I could literally hear the awws and the soft sighs from the ladies. “I am Jordan Arthur, but I guess you already know that. Er… We at Arthur Group are building something like Ulma Urbana, but I am not going to be as humble as Friedrich, so permit me to say that it is something better.” I scooted to the edge of my seat, paying rapt attention. “And it isn’t going to be better because I said so, or because it is a creation of Arthur Groups. God knows we have so many establishments out there that it is hard to keep track of.” He paused for a minute and then looked around.

I drafted a swift, casual text string to pair with the image before firing it straight to the stepsister from hell. "Hey Clara, just verifying—this diamond matches the exact clarity profile you wanted for the winter backdrop, right? I know how meticulous you get about the visual layout." I tapped send and let out a slow breath as the three animated dots danced across my screen. Suddenly... they vanished. A small microphone graphic materialized in their place. *Voicenote incoming...* I stalled for an entire hour, staring at the screen with mounting anxiety, before finally hitting the play icon. Absolutely nothing positive ever results from Clara sending an audio file.

I told him. I basically conceded at this point that my relationship with her was over. Fuck. Zepher had just returned to the living room; he had left earlier to make a couple of phone calls. “I’ve got someone on the way with some holy water and I asked him to hunt down one of the liturgical books of the Latin Catholic church so he can perform the Roman rituals. He’s also an angel so maybe that’ll help. Then I had asked Travis about a witch so she can make a devil’s trap.” He told us.

I say happily. “Okay, well what are we waiting for? Let’s get planning!” Stephanie says all giddy. “Seriously man? We were kind of in the middle of something…” Julian says annoyed. “Shut up man, just wait a few minutes, I haven’t gotten any in a week, I just had to use my hand for the first time in like a year,” I say equally annoyed. “Oh my god dude what the fuck is wrong with you? My girl is right there and even if she wasn’t, no one wants to hear that shit.” Julian says running his fingers through his hair and leaving his hands on the top of his head.

She looked more hopeless than she did when she first started out. “I need air, or else I'm going to suffocate here,” she said as she strolled to the counter for a cup of black tea and decided to go to the office balcony. “God, I miss my life, my family, my dream, and every damn thing that incident took from me. I wasn’t always this miserable; I had a perfect life, a perfect family, and a perfect dream,” she sighed. “Everything was perfect until that incident eight years ago. Eight years ago...

Scarlett pulled a spare chair from the corner and sat. ​Margot finally turned her head. She looked like a survivor of a wreck who had found the black box. There was a grim, terrifying satisfaction in her expression—the look of a forensic accountant who had finally followed the blood trail to the source. ​"Apex-7," Margot said, gesturing to the monitor. "It’s a blind trust. Registered in the Caymans in 2009. On the surface, it’s exactly what it claims to be: a standard political blind trust designed to shield a senator from conflicts of interest. It shows up in Richard’s federal disclosures every year like clockwork. Completely legal. Completely boring."

"Yessss.... I do! I do! I do! I accept everything that comes from you, my love!" I want to get married again! END