The Perfect Run Novels & Stories

Their muscles flexed and tensed as they ran, kicked, and turned effortlessly. The air around me shifted. Girls leaned forward slightly. Some bit their lips. Others whispered, their voices barely contained. I frowned faintly, my curiosity deepening as I studied them. Then— My gaze locked onto one of them. Everything else faded. My breath hitched. He stood out without trying. Taller. Stronger. Like the rest of them revolved around him without even realizing it. His black curls clung slightly to his forehead, damp with sweat. His chest rose and fell steadily, his movements sharp, precise. When he ran, it wasn’t rushed— it was controlled, like he already knew he was the best on the field.

10 more laps Serena , 10 more keep running and don’t stop or even bother to look back “ Nate screamed behind me as I ran as far as my legs could carry me . The field behind his house was where we were having this training section , I didn’t know if there was going to be a war or there was something going on that I had no fucking idea about , but I couldn’t stop , I had to do as he had said . Nate wasn't going easy on me , as I ran I could hear his heavy footsteps behind me , those mighty ones that I didn’t want to talk about , it felt so different and so unreal.

” what are they doing ” the perfect one asked with with a confused expression ” they’re having sex ” I replied her ” sex! ” I suddenly exclaimed covering the perfect one’s eye with my feather and we teleport outside. The place we teleport to was the compound of the house we just entered. ” that was close ” I said breathing heavily as I dropped the perfect one ” what was close and what were those people doing inside that place ” the perfect one asked with curiosity filled eye ” they almost breached my holy place and what they were doing inside there ” I smirked before continuing

Nonetheless, Sage had a point and I decided to grab some headphones and jog into town to the fields. The air was cool on my exposed skin, and I was happy I'd chosen long sleeves after all. I kept pace to the beat of the music, breathing evenly with each stride. I felt the backs of my calves stretch and burn as I came upon an incline, but as I neared closer to the main road the path flattened. I found myself yearning to pick up the pace, and I chose to follow my instincts. I pulled out my headphones and closed my eyes, listening to the gentle slap of my shoes on the pavement, matched with my breathing and heartbeat. I let my body take hold and followed its desire. I ran faster than I thought

It was our song, the song we all agreed was ours, Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I didn’t have to look at my brothers as we each went to one knee. “Riko Ayane Shiraishi, before you, we wouldn’t have dared to believe in fairytales.” I started. “But then all it took was one look, and each of us fell so deeply in love with you.” Elijah continued. “We knew in that instant there would never be anyone more perfect for us.” Darius said.

6"4 tall homosapien, with a handsome, attractive face, a beautiful pair of eyes which are black like charcoal, well-defined and broad Chiselled Jawline and shoulders, his lips pink, his skin glittering with freshness, his six packs was visible from his T-shirt, his biceps and triceps bulging out beautifully. Chimamanda was feeling hot inside her already, he was a sight to behold, the tingles in her were building up, he was making her speechless all of a sudden, but she wasn't going to give in. "I am a tough girl, no one messes with the Odenigbo's especially Chimamanda" she quickly says to herself.

We could pretend the three-thorn wax was a prank and not a signature. A runner smashes that hope the way runners are hired to. He’s new, too long in the legs for his own brakes, cap askew, breath sawing like he sprinted uphill without permission. He remembers to bow at the threshold, even so, and that saves him from Mara’s soft wrath.

So this was the end of my miserable life. After trying to be perfect for my family, trying to be perfect for the world, this was how I ended. Anna, a perfect daughter, skilled in fencing. She was the only child of a rich family. She was raised to show perfection in everything she did. She had to smile even when she was crying inside. She hated her life. She promised herself that she would one day escape and go live in the countryside quietly and peacefully, alone and far away from her father and stepmother.

The ground was rough beneath me—pine needles, wet moss, sharp, broken branches—but I felt no pain, only the exhilarating, raw satisfaction of the chase. And the moon. It was massive, a silver disc hanging low in the sky, flooding the woods with an unnatural, cold, beautiful light. The light didn't just illuminate; it seemed to feed the frenzy of the run. A primal, deep-seated thrill surged through my core. It wasn't the rush of scoring a goal or landing a devastating leak; it was the joy of pure, untamed, perfect movement. It was freedom, aggressive and absolute. I am running. Who am I running from? Or am I hunting?

“Too late.” He runs a hand through his hair. Paces. Then stops. Stares at me. Eyes narrow. And says the words that change everything. “I know the perfect person.”