The Perfect Match Novel Novels & Stories

" 'Subject shows high susceptibility to tactile dominance. Recommend Moretti Heir 01 for final union.' " She dropped the book, the sound like a gavel in the silence. She looked at Dante, her eyes filled with a terrifying, hollow clarity. "We aren't a 'matched set' because we’re soulmates, Dante. We’re a matched set because they spent twenty years pruning my soul until I was the perfect shape for your cage." Dante stepped toward her, his shadow looming large against the rows of ledgers. He grabbed her wrists, his grip unyielding.

Those moments all felt very far away now and inconsequential. “We are a perfect match although we didn’t start out that way,” he said. “We were perfectly matched,” Sebastian agreed. Edward gave him a kiss and they lay in the gardens watching the clouds move across the sky together. Edward could only see happy memories ahead in their future. The End

"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." The way she kept repeating that number sent a chill down my spine. However, my sweet smile never fell from my lips as I slipped my arm through Damian's, playing the part of the devoted fiancee. "Of course, I'm serious. I should listen to my boyfriend if he wants me to lose weight. Otherwise, how am I supposed to become his beautiful bride?" Damian finally looked satisfied. … Meanwhile, Talia went stiff. Her expression darkened instantly, jealousy flashing bare in her eyes.

Talk soon! The reply came almost instantly. Andrea (10:17 AM): Ugh, I knew it! You guys are disgusting. Go back to sleep, Mrs. Perfect! “Mrs. Perfect.” The words hit hard in my chest. The lie felt like a stone in my stomach. I spent the rest of the day in a daze, Everytime my phone buzzed,my heart gave a painful jerk,but it was never him. It was just more “Happy Anniversary” “Couple goals!”

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

There’s not much left to do besides be thankful for the way things concluded, and also conclude a few things for myself. It is time to do a little bit of revealing. I’m sure it’s obvious that I’ve always changed the names of the people involved in these blogs in the interest of disclosure. So believe it or not, but Mr. Perfect Match isn’t in fact his real name. No, his real name is Gabe and he is incredibly smart, and wonderful, and every bit as amazing as I have described.

They looked like the quintessential couple, poised and elegant. Whispers flitted through the crowd like the hum of bees. "I heard First Young Lady North was raised on a farm." "Yet look at her, so elegant." "No wonder Edward fell for her." "Didn't they say Edward was supposed to be engaged to Bianca at first?" "I'd have picked Rebecca too. A good personality makes all the difference." "Absolutely. She's the better match in every way." Bianca tuned out the murmurs, focusing on feeding Granny North,

Freya wondered. “So, she’s like that female lead in romance novels who leaves behind her privileged life to work for the man she loves,” Geneva remarked. "Classic." Freya turned to her assistant, eyes narrowing. “Geneva. This isn’t a story of a girl who gave up everything for her one-sided love.” With conviction, Freya added, “This is a story of a perfectionist woman who searched the ends of the world to find love, only to find it right under her nose!”

He held Raquel in place, unwilling to let her go. The scent of roses filled his senses, presenting its own temptation. When they first met, he knew the omega had an intriguing scent, but Isaac didn’t expect it to match his preferences so perfectly. It was as if a void within him was slowly being filled, and he wanted to imprison it tightly. Not a single strand of hair should escape that confinement. Isaac never anticipated feeling real temptation from someone. After greedily inhaling the rose-scented neck, he distanced himself, gazing into those beautiful black eyes with traces of fear. Even the body in his embrace trembled slightly, yet it neither protested nor resisted.