We Re The Perfect Two Novels & Stories

"So how is this pack so strong when no one has a mate?" He sighed a bit. "Most of them still have hope of finding theirs. My situation is uncommon, as far as I know, only the Beta and I can be fully certain that our mates are dead." "Oh, I'm sorry," I whispered. "It's alright." He tilted his head again and I flushed under the intensity of his gaze. "You're quite remarkable Roxanne, I hope you know that." "What?"

Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.

Complete. That was me. That was us. That was everything. And it was perfect. Absolutely, wonderfully, miraculously perfect. Exactly as it should be. Exactly as it would always be. Forever.

This was my story. Our story. Our forever. Here's to: Two hearts. One home. One beautiful, imperfect, unstoppable forever. The End.

My Caspian. And for the first time in forever, I allowed myself believe that perfect wasn’t just a word other people got to use. Perfect was this. Perfect was us.

--- --- They remained. --- And as long as something remained— --- --- The system— --- No matter how perfect— --- --- Was not total. --- --- Not yet.

No matter how perfect she is. It's a shame I wasn't looking for a perfect girl or on the perfect time to settle down. She would be the kind of girl, the right girl, the one you brought home to meet your parents. It's a shame too, really, that I don't have any of them. It's totally a shame that her perfection is only right for right now. ****

No dramatic promises. No perfect declarations. Just two people standing in a kitchen after years of getting each other wrong, trying very hard not to do it again.

Once upon a time you could call us queens of frozen hearts, adamant to keep everyone out of our lives and especially our heart, but right now, we were the queens of perfect lives. THE END <3

The tenth time my parents flew more than six thousand miles to meet their future son-in-law, Nathaniel Prescott refused to show up. He ignored my calls and never replied to any messages. After God knew how many cups of coffee, I received an update from my best friend, Isla Monroe. Eight photos of snowy scenery surrounded a picture of two intertwined hands. The caption read: “Check-in number ten. He's perfect in every way.” My fingers curled into tight fists. It took twenty-seven calls before Nathaniel finally answered. “Where are you?” Howling wind rushed through the phone, followed by his distracted voice. “Out. What’s up?” “What’s up? This is the tenth time! My parents flew all