Three The Perfect Number Novels & Stories

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

"Still trying to seduce another woman's man, even now!" "The nerve on her, pretending she knows him when she's about to be arrested!" "Looks like a slut trying to be a homewrecker!" I ignored them all. My eyes were fixed on Liam, the man I had shared a bed with for three years. "What?" I said, my voice ice. "You think I'm not worthy of saying your name either?" Liam opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was strangely silent. Seeing him hesitate, Chloe went ballistic.

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

"Oh, of course! But you know what we mean. The perfect kind of love." I let out a small laugh, swirling my wine glass as I looked down. Perfect? No, Daniel and I weren’t perfect. But we were steady. We were right for each other in a way that made sense. There were no over-the-top gestures, no whirlwind passion that burned too bright and faded too fast. Just quiet companionship and reliability. That was enough. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

he exploded. "I want to know everything, Ethan," Elena said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of concern. Ethan's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with intensity as he closed the distance between them. Elena backed away, her heels hitting the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't escape the piercing gaze of his eyes. "You want to know everything, Elena Wellington?" Ethan's voice was low and frightening, his words dripping with a threatening tone. "This game is a game of chess, where pawns are sacrificed, and knights are betrayed. It's a game of strategic revenge, where the queen is the ultimate prize."

Annabel said as soon as she opened the door and found her three friends standing there. "What do you mean, we came here as quickly as we could," Vera, one of her friends said. Vera was the only female friend Annabel had got, including Joe and Mark who were also guys like Bret. They are all from a wealthy family and all of them made fun of Monalisa. "Come on, we are here now, let's go see the video… I have been thinking about it all the way here," Joe said walking into the living room past Annabel.

He pointed at the tallest and most handsome among the three. Christian smirked. “I am Christian. I love it! That name sounds hot!” He agreed to his name and felt happy about it. Klayton smiled. “Yes, it suits you, Christian. You looked so hot.” Klayton winked at Christian. Then Klayton pointed at the shortest one. “Oh, you are Ruru! I will call you Ruru!” Ruru smiled and seemed to like it. “I am Ruru. Sounds cute!” He said happily and was giggling.

Chapter 32 Third person POV Alexander has taken his sweet time to shower since he felt he needed to clean his mind and not only his body. After almost being in the shower for the last thirty minutes, he steps out and looks around his room casually. His room resembled a perfect magazine cover of interior decor company, with a king sized bed placed in the middle which is covered by steel blue bed sheets; a Gobi dunes beige nightstand just beside his bed that has a beautiful white lamp and some scented candles placed on it.

Tears clouding her eyes with his words. "How... Could I possibly be okay with that, huh?" A teardrop lingered. "But still try and bear it. I want to be with you, fire and never leave. I'll be good to you and possibly you'll make me a better person. I know I'm not perfect when it comes to relationship. I mess up, I start fights and easily get jealous but there are three things I'm proud of being me; I do not play, I give my best and when I chose you, it's only you." He confessed in truth and earnestly.

D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶G̶a̶r̶y̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶y̶o̶n̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ I need to be alone Please don't look for me It's better I̶'̶m̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ this way I'm so sorry — Rowena Things needed to be kept brief. There was no time to say anything else. She had to get out before the others woke up. Or else she would never get to walk away. It was now or never.