The Perfect Run Novels & Stories

Safety. She ran.

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 stripped to a sports bra and leggings, athletic frame craving rhythm to purge, sneakers pounding elevator to street shadows. Central Park trails swallowed me the next morning, dawn mist cloaking paths like secrets, tight black curls damp against mahogany neck, hazel eyes scanning rhythms—legs pumping piston, lungs burning sweet fire. South Side ritual, escape valve for chaos churning. Footfalls echoed mine, sudden, precise, stalking grace. Kenji. Jet-black hair slicked ruthlessly, running gear black minimalist clinging lean predator build, scarred jaw, set determination quiet.

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.

Was the bastard jerking off to my movements? “You can stop now, Miss Aurelia. I’m afraid there’s nothing special about what you just did.” He deadpanned, making air quotations as he delivered his cruel speech. My heart dropped to my stomach. “Wha..what do you mean?” He cackled. “You’re not only talentless, you must be a little slow too. Let me spell it out, you won’t be walking the Milan Runaway. You simply don’t have the… perfection… we’re looking for.”

"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.

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.

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.