The Perfect Run Novels & Stories

However, Claire suddenly widened her eyes and pointed at the woman assaulting me on screen, shouting, "Honey, I know who that person is now! It's not me!" She looked at me with loving eyes and said, "Honey, there's actually something I've never told you. Ever since my legs were paralyzed, my mental health has been unstable. I often dream that I can stand up, only to wake up and realize I'm still disabled. Later, I became so disoriented that I couldn't tell reality from dreams anymore." She continued, "I've seen a doctor about it, and she can testify for me! I must have been in a dissociative state, so I manifested a second personality. She's the one who hurt you, not me!"

I saw a gap— it was a small, quick, easy to miss. But I saw it. I sprinted into it, cutting diagonally between two defenders. The ball hit my foot and I felt everything slow— crowd noise fading into a watery blur. One chance. One heartbeat. One perfect pass. I slid my foot under the ball— guided it, curved it, released it— Straight to Mia, It was perfect. She charged, met the ball, and struck— a sharp, explosive kick.

"That chubby kid thinks he's all that just because he comes from a rich family. He doesn't know yet that the male lead is actually Wesley Hunter, the wealthiest and most influential person in all of Centrae! "And when he finds out that the female lead, Hilary Jameson, and her daughter, Sandy Hunter, got bullied like this, he is going to bankrupt the Sterlings!" I cocked my eyebrow when I read the comments, silently taking note of the information given. When I arrived at Theo's preschool, I saw him standing in the corner, silent, his head down. A beautiful young woman was carrying a little girl in her arms, not too far away, comforting her quietly. She had to be Hilary, the main female lead t

I said. “He can’t hear me. We share a unique connection.” My blood ran cold anyway. “I’ve got to go prepare for the run. See you later.” *** “There’s a path all of you must follow. For the first run, you’ll follow the red flags. No, shoving, or fighting. Any fights will lead to severe punishments. Remember what’s at stake here. Twelve years of disaster for everyone! The run can only commence when we see the moon. For now, rest up and get your attire from the box over there. They’re not important but we don’t want to look like amateurs. That is all,” The guard said before marching off.

When I opened it, a lovely fragrance wafted out, filling the room like a gentle summer breeze, inviting me to take a deep breath. “Mmm…” I murmured, enjoying the delightful scent that reminded me of my mother’s sweet and soft perfume. Eager to learn more, I unfolded the note inside. “Have you ever wondered if you are really the best version of yourself? If you believe you are perfect just as you are, then you can simply toss this letter aside.” I paused, frowning. “I don’t know anyone who thinks they’re perfect.” With my curiosity piqued, I continued to read the note.

She walked to meet him but he waved her away. Embarrassed, she smiled and walked back to her position on the stage. She heard sudden murmurings and noticed a woman clinging to his arms. Selena! Why was she here? Why was her arm intertwined with Alfred’s? Her heartbeat doubled up, drumming heavily against her chest. She felt the room become a little suffocating for her and colours dance before her eyes. “Today is the beginning of a new dawn for me and the Martel Corporation” Alfred was saying but she couldn't concentrate on his speech.

I must make sure I seduce Jayden in anyway I can and make him fall in love with me. I stood up from my bed as removed my cloth as I walked into the bathroom, I was immediately struck by how well designed it was. The tiles were a beautiful shade of blue, and they were arranged in a way that created a mesmerizing pattern on the floor. The walls were painted a calming white, and there were several framed art pieces hanging on them, adding a touch of sophistication to the room.

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

Piles of clothes sat on the starting bank, right beside a bright red boundary line. “Oh, this is the Gauntlet,” Reagan said, leaning forward, eyes locked on the screens. “It’s a pure speed run, but it’s entirely unpredictable. They have to decide now: run it as a wolf, or shift and run it as a human.” Emerald eyed the dark, sprawling track. “Which one’s better?”

uncomfortably human. The running track area was located at the back of the PowerCore Gym complex—a closed, private section surrounded by tall, dense vegetation. In the mornings, it was always cooler here than in the main building, and the rubber-coated track provided soft yet firm feedback to every stride. Lennox already knew this ground. But today, he stepped onto it differently. His ankle moved tightly, his shoulders slightly lowered. Beside him, Sloane walked in complete silence, tablet in hand, and for the first time, she didn't look sideways. Her gaze was fixed ahead, her mask of professionalism clinging to her skin like armor against the rising sun.