Novel & Cerita Smg4 It's Gotta Be Perfect

I noticed everyone's attention shift towards a particular direction, as two burly men cleared a path as if someone important was approaching. I followed their gaze and looked up. "Ms., please make way," One of the men said to me, but his words barely registered. I was frozen in place, captivated by the sight before me. Everything suddenly fell into place. It all made sense why I had been accepted so easily. "Make way, Ms.," the man repeated, gently nudging me aside. But I barely noticed ‘cause all I could do was stare at the man who was approaching. All I could do was stare at Justin Mount.

Samsul said. ~Season 1 END~

The man was a literal saint and unlike any alpha I'd ever met or even heard of. At the top was a balcony that overlooked the training center. Xavier pulled over a chair for me and together we watched the warriors train under Charlie's direction. He stood a few feet away, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. His biceps bulged and the veins on his arms were painstakingly visible. I was failing miserably at keeping my eyes on the warriors. "You keep staring at me like that and I just might have to do something about it." My heart dropped and my cheeks were flaming instantly as I quickly averted my gaze. I could practically feel his smirk.

Eman said, snapping her back to the present. “The IT department will provide you with emails, logins, and everything IT-related to facilitate your smooth transition. But for now, let me introduce you to the CEO, Mr Fernandez.” Ivy’s stomach twisted in disgust at the mention of the name ‘Fernandez.’ A fit of anger rushed through her as memories of all the past hurt and pain she had endured all those years flooded her heart like a storm. That name Fernandez had been nothing but a nightmare for her, even up to this day.

Sound asleep. Selena looked at Allisya's phone, which was close to the math notebook. She was still playing with her gadget even though she was supposed to be studying. "Studying but playing on your phone, dear. You won't be able to concentrate later," Selena took Allisya's phone. She knew the password because Allisya herself had told her so that there would be nothing hidden from her or Allister. That's how honest her only child was. Selena felt lucky to have Allisya, even though she became their only child after Selena could no longer have more children because her ovaries could no longer fertilize.

For research. *** At 4:00 p.m., they were done reviewing the company documents. It was finally time to prepare their checklist for their ideal Mr. and Ms. Perfect. Freya began, “So, Kenneth. What’s your ideal girl, the one you want to be your one and only?” Her smile widened, but as Kenneth described his ideal girl, she thought, ‘That sounds familiar.’

Those stone cold grey eyes were peircing through me. I swear I saw him smile before he jumped down the stage. “Hi.” He said walking towards us, a perfect looped smile was on his lips. I felt Sil’s hands tighten against my sleeve. He wiped his sweat off his forehead. He came closer and I saw he was the same height as me. But his body was more built, more defined, more...manly. His grey colored eyes sparkled and flickered from me to Sil. “Hi….” Sil said weekly.

She found them naked on the couch, Andrew's body pumping hard inside the woman's body. “Don't stop! I need more!” That voice, she knew her. It was Amanda, the marketing girl who worked with them at the company. She dropped the bags of food on the floor. The noise made them stop what they were doing for a moment. “Diana!” shouted Andrew. Leaping out of the woman's body, “What are you doing here?” “If you had bothered to look at your cell phone, you would know,” her voice was broken. She wasn't going to cry in front of them. Amanda looked at Diana with a satisfied smile.

Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.

5 YEARS LATER The sweat began to drip down from Gary Santiago's forehead. A bead entered into the corner of his eye, making him squint momentarily. He quickly wiped his face with the back of his forearm, leaving an obvious damp mark on the grey workout jacket he wore. Then with one final shook of his head, he returned to making sure he wasn't going to hit anything or anyone as he jogged through the park.