Novel & Cerita The Perfect Match Novel

We were both deep into our favorite meals when he finally said, “the perfect woman has long dark brown hair, thick and wavy or curly, something I can get lost in, and hold onto. It’s pretty much to her ass. She’s a bit shorter than me, but not a deal breaker. Her body is perfectly curvy, full chest, nice ass … she’s NOT a twig. I’m not a dog, I’m not feasting on a pile of bones. She’s smarter than me, she maybe speaks another language. We have to be completely compatible in bed, I mean it’s gotta be on fire. I can’t marry a girl that is boring in bed, shit I’d rather become a priest and I’m an atheist.

ALEXANDER “Well, there’s your answer,” Blake said to me. “I’m not leaving until my mate comes with me,” I responded. Goddess, she was amazing—no, perfect! I’d never met such a beautiful woman in my life—so tall, lean, and leggy, curves in all the right places, and the face of an angel. I gazed as she walked away, her perfect, tight ass teasing me in those leggings. I only had seconds to really appreciate her the last time I saw her. But now that I was seeing her in the daylight, I had more time to really take all of her in, I was really able to grasp what was at stake. She was my perfect match, and I couldn’t fathom the idea of going back home without her.

"I could feel him inhaling my scent, devouring it, letting it feed into his senses like a drug. Class and sweetness and lush, ripe woman combining in one package to make the ultimate aphrodisiacs. The number ended, and another musical piece began, and even after the next we just kept dancing together. he didn't relinquish me from his arms as we swayed with the Music, seems he read my mind. All I want to do is to keep dancing away with the night . "And it feels too darn perfect.... "He kept me wrapped in the circle of his arms, drawing me even closer with every movement, until we were so close I rested my head on his neck. Our bodies were pressed together from head to toe, moving to the beat,

She threw herself into his arms. "Really? You really love me?" "Of course, my baby," Liam said, holding her tight. "That woman was just a tool, a stepping stone. You are my whole world." They clung to each other, as if no one else existed. The crowd murmured in understanding. "Oh, so that's how it is!" "Marriages for business are common in high society." "Mr. Vance and Miss Chloe are the real love story!" "That wife is just a tool. She deserves it!"

She breathed out. Her life felt so perfect it scared her so much. She had the husband of her dreams. He did everything right, and almost always said the right thing. It was as if she was some in some kind of fairytale dream and soon enough she’d wake up then it would all be gone. She fixed her hair and sat down as he showered. *** In Suncity, Love scrolled on her f******k lying on her bed. She paused coming across a post by some motivational speaker.

Of being known. Their connection had been immediate, a lightning strike in the barren desert of his dating life. Other matches had been awkward, stilted conversations that fizzled out after a few generic greetings. But M was different. From the very first message, M had dissected him with an accuracy that was almost supernatural. M: You try to be perfect, don’t you? The good boy. The one who always gets it right. But you’re tired of it. You want someone to see the mess underneath.

I asked her. “It’s a rejection novel,” was her simple response. “Rejection?” “Yup. The moon goddess pairs every werewolf up with their perfect soulmate, but sometimes that doesn’t work out.” “If they’re the perfect mate, why doesn’t it work out?” If a person is divinely appointed as your perfect match, why the fuck would you reject it?

Patting the back of her hand comfortingly, he said, "Relax. I asked around and found out that the new executive is a young woman. She also seems to have graduated from the same university as us, so everything should be fine." However, he had barely finished speaking when the private room door opened, and a familiar figure walked in. His eyes widened. It was Marissa! Dressed in a sharp suit with her long hair gathered into a low ponytail, she exuded a powerful air. The smile on Melissa's lips froze before she leaped to her feet. "Marissa Parker, what are you doing here! Have you still not given up yet?" Liam breathed a silent sigh of relief. No wonder she hadn't responded to any of his messag

hers until she got what she wanted. So she let him do what he wanted to her that night. While he slowly stripped off her gown under the dim light of the room, Mary battled with her life on the hospital bed. The doctor had injected her with another dose of sleeping meds. She relapsed between sleep and reality. While he kissed her slowly from the bridge of her soft navel to the tip of her breast as she moaned softly, Mary’s heartbeat was slowly decreasing according to the plan between the doctor and Alfred. When he thrust into Selena hard and roughly, just the way she liked it, Mary’s heart dragged slowly until the very moment Selena let out a scream of ecstasy while Alfred lay on top of her s