The Perfect Couple Novels & Stories

"Yeah but then, it's still fun. I'm so going for the post of the social perfect girl. Babe, don't you think I'd be perfect for the role?" I looked away from Kunmi when I heard Aminah's words. She was looking up at Kunle and waiting for his approval but the latter was looking at Sophia and I knew why. Sophia had always wanted that post. "Sophia is going... She wants that post too." Kunle answered her, sitting up straighter and so uncomfortable. Well, talk about having two wives without even knowing it.

A perfect match, if that was even possible. Were their algorithms really capable of assembling the perfect fit? The whole concept of a ‘perfect fit’ in general had always seemed cliché to me. Certainly great fits and happy couples existed. I had seen proof of happy marriages between two people that worked great for each other. But they were never between two people as… particular… as myself. They were always between two nice and pleasant people, not a pair of sarcastic realists, whose best friends also happened to be extremely sarcastic. For a second I paused and chuckled at the idea of marrying Cora. There’s no doubt it would be intensely amusing, but we would drive each other up the wall.

They both looked like a beautiful couple in other eyes. Who doesn't know them, they thought, Edwin and Rebecca were girlfriend and boyfriend and the way they walked together. They look like a perfect match for each other. "Did you see that couple, they look too good to be real!" "Yes, the woman is so pretty while the man is too handsome and dashing! What a match!" "Yes, they look like a heaven match!" "I feel jealous of the lady but she's perfect for him!" "She's truly lucky to have this handsome man!"

Kimberly discreetly rolls her eyes, murmuring, "This is such a brilliant notion, isn't it? Marrying Jett Byrd of all people." Franco chuckles softly, his hand covering his mouth as he interjects, "Well, at least he's a living Adonis. Have you seen those piercing eyes of his? Goodness, I might swoon on the spot if he so much as glances my way. And those forearms..." Franco smacks his lips, savoring the mere thought of Jett Byrd, the groom. "What's so terrible about him? You're just against marriage altogether! Yes, he may have been a notorious playboy, but he's turning over a new leaf. He's settling down!" Franco argues.

The place was just for us. Catherine and Harry, Adrianna and Vincent, then Davis and I. The indescribable joy I was feeling was visible even on my face. I couldn't take my eyes off Davis. He was looking so handsome today, I couldn't wait to get back home and undress him. I really do not think he'd mind at all. Harry and Catherine happen to be the best couple I've ever seen because they were just too perfect in this love thing. The way they talked, dressed, and discussed, everything about them makes me envious of them.

“They look perfect together and everything just looks so dreamy.” Before I got the chance to see anything, I already got a pretty good d******d as to what people thought. The staff continued murmuring similar praises. I was used to hearing and reading people’s comments about how they thought we were a perfect couple. It never bothered me before because that was how things were supposed to progress as planned. Bradon would act as Anthony while I act as my sister and then together we would be the perfect couple that everyone dreamt of. My heart throbbed in my chest when I watched the scene of us interacting, talking, and smiling as we stood under the starlit sky

She still couldn't understand why a man that perfect chose to marry her, when he could have easily gotten someone who could match his class. Alexander was labeled the number one most handsome and most successful man in the entire country. "Haa, I can imagine the shock on people's faces if they ever find out that I am his wife". She said to herself in the car. She had just entered the restaurant when she heard her name. "Ayla"? She turned, only to see Daniel. He rushed over and hugged her and just as she pushed him away, she heard her name again. "Ayla"?

When his hand brushed the small of my back, I almost forgot to breathe, I felt a sudden electric current zap at my skin. “Everyone’s watching us,” I muttered under my breath, lips barely moving, my smile still intact. “Let them,” he said. “It’s about time they learned who the real power couple is.” I shot him a look. “You and your ego need a leash.” He smirked, leaning just a bit closer. “You’re glowing tonight. Somewhat dangerous. I’d be worried... if I didn’t like it so much.” I should’ve pushed him away. Reminded him that we were still a mess. That history didn’t get erased by one gala and a few smiles. But instead... I let him guide me into the crowd, hand brushing mine. Close, but not q

“Straight out of a chick-flick, huh?” “Exactly!” she said emphatically. “That’s how things were with him from the very beginning: grand gestures and romance and full-on attention. Every woman in my office was beside herself with moony jealousy because he was just so perfect, you know. We were the dream couple and I*******m-perfect, we were goals.” “You say that like those are all bad things, baby.” He reflected. “Well, the I*******m-perfect relationship thing is bad. It’s bullshit, actually.”

Yeni wasn't ready for that to happen. "Aris and Allisya are now legally husband and wife," Daniel answered with a sharp gaze, holding back the surging anger in his heart. Allisya was now Aris's forever. There was no right or chance anymore to fix their relationship, which had failed so easily because of his own selfishness. The entire club was shocked, even though they didn't know the problem. But they felt sad for what Yeni was feeling.