The Perfect Match Novel Novels & Stories

“I’m a lower class. I’m…. that’s biologically impossible. I have a better fertility rate than betas because I’m still an omega, but I’m not as—” Romeo folded his arms, his eyes piercing through my soul. “I didn’t say you were extremely fertile. Xevier’s have this thing called a perfect match. It’s different from a mated match.” I almost perished at the mention of mate. I don’t think about such things. It’s equal parts scary and just something that won’t happen to me. “A perfect match can be a fated match, assuming the emotional bond is felt by both. But in your case, your body is perfect for breeding. I’ve read about this once, never thought it would actually happen to my brothers. The odds

"Your favorite moonstone's been protecting you this whole time. I hope it keeps bringing you good luck." A faint blush crept onto her face. She glanced at him shyly and whispered, "Simon, you'll always stay by my side too…" Surprise flashed in Simon's eyes. It seemed as if he hadn't expected her to say that. "Laila, I've always seen you as a sister. When Zora agreed to donate her kidney, I promised her she'd always be my mate." Laila's eyes reddened. "But Simon, I love you," she whimpered. "And I know you love me too. Why else would you treat me so well? I don't want to be your sister. I want to be your mate!"

Perfect For Me Victor, for the first time, thought he might faint from her pelvic tightening around his hardened heart. When she released him, he plunged in and out of her flesh like a scandalous hummingbird seeking the most wanton of nectars. Dynasty felt a new and unfamiliar feeling that tore through her like lightning.

But the moment she stepped in, he stepped in too. “No. His dick, is perfect. Any longer would begin to be unpleasant.” She gasped at the insult and Lucas looked—torn? “Then why the hell are you here?” “To talk to him. You know I never realized what he saw in you, but today, I see. You are a perfect match for him.” Pride bloomed on her face. “You are the perfect bitch to his dick. Impulsive, snobby and not to mention having your brains in your loins.”

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.

He even looked handsome sweating. "What do you think about me?" I asked him. "Well..earlier..when we got married..I thought you were this silly, rude and annoying girl.." "But now..?" I asked anxiously. He dropped what he was doing and faced me. We both stared with a smile across his lips. "But now...you're perfect," he smirked. I blush. What did he say? Am I perfect? He said I was perfect. According to the book. You find your partner perfect. He likes me. He likes me.

I found him so cool whenever he shared his faith with the whole family. I marched right up to the bays and handed my card to a teenager cashier at the counter to make a purchase. She was wearing a cute and tiny hairpin on the left side of her ear, her above shoulder-length black hair made her even more gorgeous. "Hello, Miss Astrid! It is good to see you here again." She cheerfully greeted me while placing my books on a paper bag printed with the name of the shop. "Hello, Marianne! Are you done with your class already?" She is the daughter of Mrs. Williams, who owned this bookstore.

“Seriously though, I don’t think anyone would match her but you. While Cara is so high up, you keep her grounded. You remind her of that with all of her status and riches, at the end of the day, she’s still human and a woman at that.” Those words hit me like a ton of bricks. It made me realize millions of things in one thought. I feel like I just found light as I walked in darkness for a long time, like I found home when I thought I was lost. Granted that Cara accepted me for who and what I am but I can’t help but feel that I wanted to be perfect for her because a perfect woman like her deserves to be with a perfect man. But now I get it. There’s a reason why blue matches with orange, red ma

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Perfect Mess. My Perfect Mess was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.”)

Ms. Perfect likes her psychology exercises. Kate, being the hyper-imaginative daydreamer and overanalyzing girl that she is, always feels like she’s fighting for her life against Ms. Perfect’s mind games. She feels exactly like Beatrice Prior in the serum-induced psych aptitude test.