Smg4 It's Gotta Be Perfect Novels & Stories

Carl The city was trembling. It was in chaos, and my name was being dragged through the mud, I hated this – hated every single moment what all I could do was just playing behind the scenes, doing nothing. The city was on fire, I could feel it – feel it in the way my phone never stopped buzzing— never-ending calls from senators, corporate allies, and even old men with brittle spines who only cared about their shares and fattening their pockets. The press conference should have been my crowning moment, the rebirth of Delphinium. Instead, it had been hijacked. Stained.

"Don't say that! How could you curse yourself like that? Get sufficient rest after the surgery, and you'll recover in no time. After all, you're much stronger than Laila." "I'll cook you a seafood feast after the surgery's over. You love seafood, don't you?" Gazing at me affectionately, Simon held my hand and said, "Don't worry. I hired the best healer to perform the surgery. You'll definitely be fine. Once it's over, I'll buy whatever you want for you." Bile rose in my throat. He bought Laila's favorite necklace in advance, yet when it came to me, he'd only make such empty promises.

Edward had remembered his lines quickly and Sebastian had been perfect from the start. Watching the old videos of their rehearsals had been an odd experience. The two of them had changed so much in a year. “Remember to look like you two actually like each other as friends,” Bernadette reminded them quietly as the camera crew set up the room around them. “We’ve got a story to sell.” Edward looked at Sebastian who smiled at him. It was an oddly warm smile from him and Edward took it to be that Sebastian had turned on his photo perfect persona. “At least Edward is actually here this time,” he commented. “Don’t forget your lines. It’s going to be live.”

I hate it when I lose a bet with Samantha. She shrugged and dialed her number. She put it on speaker mode, which only meant one thing, she didn’t want to tell me the exact conversation they had, so it was better for me to hear it. “Good evening, Stella! Sam, here,” she said, smiling mischievously at me. I snarled at her, and she was forced to press her lips to stop herself from laughing. “Hi, Sam!” She sounded excited. “About the interview, I’m sorry about last time, but I would be glad to have the interview tomorrow if you’re free,” She said, flickering her eyes again on me.

I was also always there for her when she needed a shoulder to cry on. I had treated her like a little sister, yet this was how she repaid me. Still, I knew this wasn't the right time to expose them. "Elise, are you deaf?" Damian snapped. "Why aren't you saying anything?" I swallowed the fury rising in my chest and forced a smile. "I heard you. Don't worry. I'll take the diet seriously." "Really?" Talia's eyes lit up a little too fast. She leaned forward, practically glowing with anticipation. "It should be enough as long as you lose 40 pounds. Personally, I think 80 pounds is the perfect weight. That's the best weight, really."

“I should have never snubbed you like that, it wasn’t the time or place for me to act that way towards you, it was wrong of me and I apologize.” Stella leaned into me as she stared at Tomi who stared back at her. I broke their silent standoff with my words. “Babe, she had apologized. Let it go.” “Sure.” Stella drawled. “First impression really don’t matter much, what does matter is the second one right?”

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?

I gasp for breath, and now I am struggling to take a full breath. Simon lets goes of me as he notices I am trying struggling: he curses under his breath and guides me away from the crowd forming in the hallway. "Shit I had forgotten about the panic attacks. I am so sorry babe I should have warned you I was coming. Come on breath for me...thats it one two three....hold it in...out again..you are doing great M, keep breathing which way is your office" I point, and he guides me with a hand on my back; he closes the door after me and guides me to my chair. " Marcus, I need you to breathe for me, OK, deep breath..come on, you can do it, babe, breath in, that's it...out,

And yet, somehow, he'd fallen hopelessly in love with a woman as toxic as Stella. Just thinking about it made me shake my head. Mason woke up just then. The moment he saw me, he let out a breath of relief. "Didn't think we'd both marry into the same rich family just to get screwed over together. What a ride. I feel way better after getting a nap in, though." His expression shifted as he spoke, and he pulled out his phone to call his assistant. "It's time to revoke Grant Group's chip licensing rights." After he hung up, we looked at each other, and our faces broke into matching grins. We said in unison, "Grant Group is going bankrupt!"

Upon your triumph, you will be blessed with a superpower personalized for you! [Future is the new mankind!] Glorious words delivered by an emotionless voice, mixed with buzzes like from an old landline. And the landline falls into absolute silence with the last word barely landing. Meph opened his eyes slowly so they could adjust to light. A worry in vain. Surrounding him was pitch darkness. Even the presumed old landline was nowhere in sight as if it never existed. He had no idea where he was.