The Perfect Run Novels & Stories

(Sí), bonita (sí) Mi casa, su casa (Shakira, Shakira) Oh, baby, when you talk like that You make a woman go mad So be wise (sí) and keep on (sí) Reading the signs of my body (uno, dos, tres, cuatro) I'm on tonight You know my hips don't lie (no fighting) And I'm starting to feel it's right All the attraction, the tension Don't you see, baby, this is perfection? Hey, girl, I can see your body moving And it's driving me crazy And I didn't have the slightest idea Until I saw you dancing (yeah)......... Stephanie breaks her hips to the rhythm of the song, making the crowd cheer loud for her. Finally, she was done with work, when she got off stage she saw her brother. " HI Spencer, what's up?" sh

"Attack" "Attack" "Attack" " As I ran through the streets of New York, five men, two wearing masks and three holding bombs, chased after me, chanting the word "Attack." Hot tears streamed from my eyes, and the white sundress I was wearing was soaked in my blood, almost making the fabric appear to be dyed red.

Amanda made a monologue while shaking her head. *** "I've warned you, someday you will get karma of what you've done. So, why are you begging me again?" "Look, this is a price you get for what you did!" The man returned to sipping the green tea that the waiter had just served. *** A perfect couple is creating by two imperfect people who don't want to give up building a relationship. ~BebbyShin~

Some girls waved and flashed their tits at me to try to get my attention but I didn't look their way twice. I was in no fucking mood tonight and the last thing I wanted was some crazy fucking bimbo clinging to me. The night breeze hit my skin as I stepped out from the building, pulling out a cigarette stick and lighting it, taking a large drag from it and puffing out the smoke. It seemed to calm me down a bit. “Still game for the race with the Locardis tomorrow night?” Rowan asked. “Midnight?” I asked, verifying the time while taking another drag of smoke.

For research. *** At 4:00 p.m., they were done reviewing the company documents. It was finally time to prepare their checklist for their ideal Mr. and Ms. Perfect. Freya began, “So, Kenneth. What’s your ideal girl, the one you want to be your one and only?” Her smile widened, but as Kenneth described his ideal girl, she thought, ‘That sounds familiar.’

DANIEL'S POV I stood at the private tennis court of my dorm with my racquet in hand. My friends and I were playing tennis ball with two against two. Roe and I on the left side of the court and Jay and another guy 'Rino' on the other. I stopped playing as my head was spinning uncontrollably and all I could hear was; 'And are you perfect Mister?' 'Are you perfect Mister?' 'Perfect..?'

I yelped as I ran away I could hear his steps from behind "get back here!!" he yelled as he ran after me "ahh....!!" I screamed and laughed "you're really chasing me??" I yelled "why won't I??" he replied I then jumped over a fence and he did same Oh..okay I never planned to run but since he wants to run..I'll Make him run He doesn't know who he's running with Me! Kaylani Hendrix.. Best Marathon race runner in high school

"Get set….. go!" The signal snapped the tension like a taut wire. Tristan exploded from the start, his form a sleek blur against the earth. The recruits erupted in cheers, their voices a roaring wave of support. I clenched my fists, my eyes locked on the runners, heart pounding in sync with Tristan's pounding paws. Halfway through, Tristan maintained his lead. His powerful strides ate up the ground, his breathing controlled and steady. But Jinu was closing in, his eyes focused, his pace relentless. Every muscle in his body seemed to drive him forward with a singular purpose.

--- “Because I believe it.” She held his gaze. --- “And if you’re wrong?” --- Silence. --- Because that— That was the real question. --- Not hope. Not intention. --- Reality. --- --- Adrian didn’t look away. --- “Then we deal with it,” he said. --- Her brows pulled together slightly. --- “That’s not a plan.” --- “It is.” --- A pause. --- “It’s just not a perfect one.” --- --- Something in her chest shifted. --- Because perfection— Perfection had never been real.

She lets out a shaky laugh as I keep running faster, leaping over the walls of the pack house, and heading straight towards the thicket of the forest. Faster and faster, the wind rushes through my fur and it’s almost like it’s my first run. A perfect run… I go faster, wanting to break my past records. For a moment, I wonder if this is even reality. Then I realise no it isn’t, just because it’s perfect I’m not accepting it, this is just a trial.