The Perfect Match Novel Novels & Stories

He complained. He flipped to the last page of the magazine, which after he had gone through, he tossed it fiercely on the floor. He puffed the tobacco, inhaling deeply, then exhaled, coughing lightly. "Dash isn't giving me what I want. Deep down, I wish to be in his shoes again, young, energetic and able to do just anything." He puffed again, then allowed the stick hang on his fingers for a little while. A few moments later, Madeline knocked and walked into the office swinging her waist mildly. She was quite slender, tall, beautiful and attractive. She was quite smart and ruthlessly dangerous at the same time, one of the reasons the retired billionaire found her useful to him.

“Perfect fit.” If it wasn’t for Piercy holding my hand, it would have shaken it off. “It’s so beautiful.” “Yes, you are.” His hand gently touched my cheek, stroking my cheek. “You only tried on this one. Do you want to look at more?” Glancing around, I knew in my heart I didn’t want to. “No. Thank you.” “Perfect. The matching ring is here.” The manager pulled out the matching band for Piercy. “You are getting one too?” I asked, smiling at him.

[So, she's the one who sacrificed her own legs to save her boyfriend during the earthquake! [She's so beautiful. Loyal and gorgeous... She's the kind of woman men should marry!] [Why's her husband acting so weird? It's like he doesn't even want to get close to her.] Claire gently ran her hand over my arm. Although I pretended to stay calm, every touch made my stomach churn, especially when I saw those hands resting on the blanket. I quickly looked away. Just a few days ago, those same hands had jabbed silver needles into my body.

Readers loved the honesty, the vulnerability, the way Riley and Samuel refused to pretend everything was perfect. "Listen to this review," Sarah said when she visited with Lysander. "This book is a love letter to imperfection. Riley Chen doesn't just tell you about falling in love. She tells you about staying in love when it's hard, when you're tired, when life gets in the way. It's beautiful and real and necessary." "That's a good review," Lysander agreed. "It's a great review." Sarah looked at Riley, who was nursing Selene on the couch. "You did it again. Another bestseller."

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

A hiss comes from the mouth of tall man. I take off my white blazer that I wore, then throw it away carelessly. Then, my hand grabs a pair of sword of mine from the back. “Let’s start our game.” - Perfect Mate -

It was steady and strong, a rhythm I had come to know by heart. Rex's hand traced patterns on my back. "What do you know now that you didn't know before?" I thought about it, letting the words settle. "I know that the wrong bride can become the perfect match. That revenge can turn into love. That enemies can become soulmates." He kissed the top of my head. "What else?" I looked up at him. "I know that you are my perfect match. And I am yours." He smiled, a rare, genuine thing. "That's all I ever wanted you to know."

my hands were clinched together they were turning white already I feel like strangling someone right now. “You rejected her and she found someone who is ready to accept her and she went to him. He is a perfect match we all know he has always had a soft spot for her, he had feelings for her at a point. He doesn’t have a mate so you see he is a perfect match for a rebound” Seeing it in her point of view actually makes sense so this two have always been deceiving me all this while and here I was feeling bad. “How do you know all this? I asked her in between my teeth and she smiled.