Novel & Cerita We Re The Perfect Two

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

The sunset melted into the ocean, soft and golden. “why do you love me? ” she asked suddenly, her voice small. Chase chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Because you're perfect.” Perfect. There it was again. That word, like a knife laced in honey. Her smile faded slightly. “And if I wasn't perfect?” she asked softly “would you still love me?” He laughed, not realizing the weight of her words. “well then, I'd have to tarde you in. ” Her body stiffened just a little.

He and Leah will be perfect together. The Christmas lunch is just perfect with all our family and friends around. We chat and dance until it’s dark outside. A year ago, we were going through a nightmare, but the Lord has been really good. “You better start talking right now or I am grounding you. You will sleep on the couch all the days of your life,” my wife threatens when we slip into bed. She has not forgotten. I flash her my innocent smile and feign ignorance. “You knew that Paul and Leah are together. The fact that you did not tell me means you and your bestie did something dodgy to find out.”

"It should be enough as long as you lose 40 pounds. Personally, I think 80 pounds is the perfect weight. That's the best weight, really." The way she kept repeating that number sent a chill down my spine. However, my sweet smile never fell from my lips as I slipped my arm through Damian's, playing the part of the devoted fiancee. "Of course, I'm serious. I should listen to my boyfriend if he wants me to lose weight. Otherwise, how am I supposed to become his beautiful bride?" Damian finally looked satisfied. … Meanwhile, Talia went stiff. Her expression darkened instantly, jealousy flashing bare in her eyes.

Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance. Two beautiful wings is perfection. There is a

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.

Loving each other. One day at a time. One moment at a time. Building a life that mattered. Not because it was perfect. But because it was theirs. Completely, utterly, beautifully theirs. And that was enough. More than enough. That was everything. Everything they'd ever needed. Everything they'd ever wanted. Everything they'd ever fought for. Right here. Right now. This life. This love. This family. Perfect in all its imperfect glory. Theirs. Forever theirs. Just as it was always meant to be.

my two mates answer me, making my heart melt with love, this is perfect, our perfect life. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story! Love Cinderella.

Perfectly satisfying. But fast on the heels of that thought was another. Her smile dropped away. She sat up, snapping the book closed. She wasn't supposed to enjoy being with him. In reality, he wasn't supposed to be perfect. He was supposed to be a disappointment. That was the plan, wasn't it?

Everything. One year down. Forever to go. And I could not wait. Could not imagine anything better. Could not be happier. We chose this. We built this. We earned this. Together. Always together. Forever together. And it was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Everything we dreamed of and more.