Smg4 It's Gotta Be Perfect Novels & Stories

“I loved him with all my honesty and my whole being. Noor, I made him what he is today. I secured him a job and now he is a managing director he dumps me over for his ex? What is wrong with me Noor? Am I not beautiful? I know I am fat but is it that embarrassing that no one would want to be with me?” Noor hastily shook her head disagreeing with her. “No! Don’t you dare think like that Maya! Just don’t. You are beautiful woman. What do they call them? Yes BBW. You’re smart, intelligent and very much independent. You have the most flawless and glowing skin ever! Gosh don’t get me talking about those big beautiful eyes of yours that can make even the hardest hearts warm up. Your body is also se

Amanda made a monologue while shaking her head. *** "I've warned you, someday you will get karma of what you've done. So, why are you begging me again?" "Look, this is a price you get for what you did!" The man returned to sipping the green tea that the waiter had just served. *** A perfect couple is creating by two imperfect people who don't want to give up building a relationship. ~BebbyShin~

My secretary came inside with documents in his hands then bowed at me. “Sir, these are the applicants that have been reviewed. The General Manager wants to know your opinion and these are the applicants that have impressed the interviewers so far.” “Impressed? Put them down and I will call you back later.” “... Yes, Sir.” Finally, after everyone was outside, I could finally heave a deep sigh of relief and closed my eyes. I want to rest, really. Why is everyone being so grumpy than me so early in the morning? I stared at my phone, grabbed it and made a phone call.

Maybe that's karma. The cemetery was quiet, with only the sound of wind and distant birdsong. Candice's tears finally fell, and she mumbled, "Mom, you know what I regret the most? It's those words—I hate you. I've spent 20 years trying to take them back. Every time I remember the way you looked at me that day, I wish I could turn back time. "Annie told me you tried to send me a message before you died. I wonder what it was. Was it an 'I love you'? Or maybe a 'Take care of yourself'? I'll never know."

I smothered the doubts in my chest again and again, forcing myself to believe it was just an act, nothing more. However, I never imagined that once the first crack appeared in the heart, the dam would burst faster than you ever thought it could.

"Darling, my business trip got extended. I'll be home the day after tomorrow. Miss you." After Samuel sent the text message, he set his phone aside. Then, he turned around and took Tiffany's hand in his as they walked together toward the amusement park that he had booked out. Tiffany pulled Samuel by his neck toward her, putting on a cartoon headband for him coquettishly. He accepted her gesture with tender affection and gave her a peck on her hand.

Theo, you're hopelessly unromantic. A half hour later, they arrived at Miracle Studio. The car came to a smooth halt, jolting Bianca from her thoughts. She blinked as she took in the sleek, modern facade of Miracle Studio, California's crown jewel of personalized beauty and style. Bianca's jaw dropped slightly. She had heard whispers of this place, its legendary makeup artists, the exclusivity, the months-long waitlist. Theo's deep voice broke her reverie. Go get your makeup done. I have something to attend to. I'll pick you up later.

“Exactly. I like quiet.” She smiled at that, then pressed her hand against his chest. “You built quiet. You earned it.” That evening they cooked together—or tried. Lisa dictated instructions from the couch while Grey pretended to follow them. “You’re not measuring,” she said. “I’m spiritually measuring.” “That’s not a thing.” “It is if you believe in chaos magic.” “Oh, God.” The end result was edible, surprisingly. They ate on the couch while an old sitcom flickered on TV, laughter canned and harmless.

"This is the fifth rejection." Ethan stared at the email on his laptop. Unfortunately, we are unable to approve your loan application... He closed it. Another notification appeared. A different bank. A different rejection. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. His phone buzzed. Boston Heart Institute. His jaw tightened. He answered immediately. "Hello?" "Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson. We're calling regarding Miss Daisy Morgan's surgery." "I know." "We still haven't received the payment."

Enough was enough. It was time to start giving some serious karma.