The Perfect Run Novels & Stories

"that's good it's beautiful from here. Hey do you want to play a game" "if you want to play board games then sorry I suck at it" "Nah, I am talking about twenty questions" "Okay but I will go first, what is your favourite spot" " I like to be in the open air so I spend most of my timer on the terrace" "Ohh, your turn now" After two miners of silence, he said "who do you hate the most" "I don't hate maybe I am disappointed by some people but I don't hate anyone"

She was running and running along the path laid out not knowing where she was going. Eloisa ran all the way to the hospital from the pub, which was almost on the other end of the village. As soon as she heard the news, she closed the pub and ran all the way to the hospital. When she reached her mother's room, she saw her sleep and nurse fixing her saline tube. Eloisa entered the room and the nurse looked up at her. The room smelt so stale and filled with medicinal smell that it made her almost choke. She had never really liked hospitals anyway. She came to the hospital only three times including today. Not once she felt comfortable here. Hospitals always smell of stale and death to her. The

Hoonie is like a pro basketball player. Then the result turns out to be: 29/30. Hoonie missed one. Hoonie flipped his hair and smirked at Mingchan. “Goodluck, dude.” Hoonie proudly said and feels that he’s unbeatable. Mingchan gave him a bright smile. “Okay, this is my first time! Hehehe.” Mingchan said. But his system is saying that he is going to achieve a perfect score. Hoonie is so amazed while watching Mingchan. First time? But why is it so perfect? He thought while watching him. Of course who’s going to win against a robot, right?

--- A beat. “With resistance.” --- With people who chose to stand. --- Who chose to act. --- Who refused to let either side dominate completely. --- Victor exhaled slowly. --- Not dismissing it. --- Not accepting it fully either. --- “You’re trusting humanity to regulate itself,” he said. --- A pause. --- “That’s never worked perfectly.” --- Elena met his gaze. --- “It doesn’t have to be perfect.” --- A beat. --- “It just has to be real.” --- Because perfection—

Please believe that if I had a choice, I would trade everything for the chance to watch you grow up. Love, Mommy.] Candice cried all night long. The next day, she went to Kathleen's grave and, with genuine sincerity for the first time, said, "Mom, I'm sorry." However, some words came too late, and some love was understood far too late. Just like Kathleen had once predicted—everyone got what they wanted: a perfect and well-behaved Kathleen. However, the price they had to pay was to lose her forever.

She whispered to herself and started the ignition. As she merged onto the highway, a sudden realization struck her. ‘This is the perfect opportunity to infiltrate Carlos' home without arousing suspicion.’ The voice in her head whispered. ‘By the time he wakes up tomorrow and recalls the event of tonight, you would have won his trust completely. He can't help but be indebted to you.’ She battled with the thought in her head. Carlos was already a handful but it was true that she had a shot with him. At the next red light, she made a sudden decision and turned the car around, back to the club.

“Every time it gets too hard. You run. You disappear.” I clenched my fists, the words cutting deeper than I cared to admit. “I’m not running. I’m trying to breathe, Xavier. There’s a huge difference between running and trying to survive. But everywhere I go, I’m pulled back into this – into you, into him. Into this damned game that I never agreed to a part of.”

Elena's heels glinted in the light, as Maria placed them on the floor in front of Elena. With a gentle movement, Elena lowered her feet into the heels, her toes sliding into the sleek interior. She stood tall, her leg extended as the heel seemed to mould itself to her leg, its glass surface glinting as she moved. Maria's hands went up and down, then came to rest to her sides, her eyes cast downwards as she bowed her head. "You look breathtaking."Maria's lips barely parted, her voice a soft sigh that seemed to dissolve in the air. Elena's gaze met Maria's, a soft smile playing on her lips."Thank you, Maria. You've outdone yourself."

It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f

The score was neck and neck, they just needed 2 more points to beat the other team and if someone could score the perfect touchdown, it would win the game indefinitely. We all held our breath as the ball was tossed to Avery and he got into position to huck it over the defence line to Aiden who rushed to the other side of the field with blinding speed. It was a perfect pass made by Avery that he caught with ease and went to make a break for it instantly. “Yes, go, Aiden!” I screamed across the field.