Three The Perfect Number Novels & Stories

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

The silence, as our eyes shifted from her retreating figure back to the message, lasted for as long as it took Maya, looming unnoticed behind us, to formulate the perfect accent to the revelation occurring. “‘One plus one equals three’ . . . You are the third, then! We could only hope.”

I said as a mode of greeting. “Hello Stella.” Tomi said from the other end as I paused then look at the number. “Even though I deleted your number, I know that your number ended with the mark of the beats, this isn’t your line.” I answered. “I thought you wouldn’t pick if you knew it was me.” she answered. “You are right but nothing is also stopping me from ending this call.” “Wait, please. Let’s talk then I will leave your hair. I heard you are leaving the country…”

It's still bad, but at least he has some human decency towards our sister. Ashton Nord is the last one. And he's my favorite out of my brother's whole posse, if I'm being honest. He's pretty sweet, has morals and is kinda handsome, not gonna lie. Although, he basically is a walking god like the rest of them, but he doesn't take advantage of that by using it to lure girls in. No, like I said, Ashton is the only one with morals. But he's also really quiet and quite scary. I would make the argument to say that he can be the scariest out of all of them.

“2 …” I chuckled at the password. It feels awkward if you praise yourself, don’t you? He squeaks, annoyed. Maybe he wouldn’t accept that I was laughing at him. The passwords at our base camp are too absurd. Even the odd password was different for the three of us. However, because of that I can remember all the passwords. “1 ….” The garage door opened. ”Good luck, Sir!” Our car slowly climbs upwards with a length of about ten meters. After our car got out, the sloping road closed automatically.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie