We Re The Perfect Two Novels & Stories

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le

"That our first born might not be perfect. I would never have done it Talon you should know me better than that. I just thought it was fair to give you the option." "Know a lot of so called perfect people that do some fucked up shit. When's the last time you seen a so called imperfect person on the news hacking up people across state lines for fun? I'm thinking this perfect shit has holes in it." I kissed her nose with all the guck she had on it. "Only you would think like that."

Their lips melded so perfectly together, that she couldn’t help but recall the words he’d said to her a long time ago—there weren’t two people in the world more perfect for each other than they were. And she couldn’t agree more. THE END

Even the long-nervous Graham Group PR team breathed a collective sigh of relief. On the screen, Luke let out a soft, lingering sigh. It was as if he were trying to convey a lifetime of regret to Kayla. But in the end, it came out as two simple sentences. "I'm sorry, Kayla. I hope the rest of your life is peaceful and happy, and that you stay happy forever." Lucian had silently moved behind Kayla and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "I'll make sure you're happy forever." Yes, she would be happy forever.

He replied. I shook my head, "we aren't a thing." He just smiled back easily, "we are so a thing." He grinned, his words a lethal mixture of sexy and playful. "We're that thing, that everybody grows to love and root for, because they know we're perfect together." I growled angrily, "we are not perfect together." We could have gone on for ages, but Ben bust through the doors. His eyes were wide and frantic, his voice a breathy desperate pant.

ADELE’s POV. All of us are gathered in the main hall, Lance and another blonde boy are both on the sparring mat. Cheers and applause rise from the crowd at intervals. Lance is a strong contender, not a single stain of blood on him but the blonde looks like he bathes in blood. The only rule is not to kill, you are free to do anything else. “Man, that one is strong,” Zara says beside me, her lips into a smirk. “Who is your opponent?” I ask her.

"But I understood why you did. That doesn't make it right, but it makes it human." Our first real date had been a week later. Dinner at a quiet restaurant, the kind of place where you could actually hear each other talk. No pretense, no games. Just two people who'd lived enough life to know that perfect was impossible and real was infinitely more valuable. "I'm not looking for perfection," Robert had said, reaching across the table to take my hand. "I'm looking for real." "I can do real," I'd answered, squeezing his fingers. "Perfect was always my problem."

“ I love you , I love you “ he kept repeating as he trailed kisses down my jaw , to my neck . “ I love you too “ I love him so much that I can feel my heart stop whenever I think a future without him , I can’t even imagine my world without him but it doesn’t matter anymore because he was here , with me . Even if we fuck up this thing that we have now , no matter how much we screw it up .., I could feel that we still will find our ways back to each other . Because even if it wasn’t perfect - and laden with imperfections , it was ours to keep .

"And?" Lena scanned the documents. "Mercer will be there tonight, maybe." Evelyn shook her head. "Too dangerous." Noah nodded forward. "So is waiting." Lena stood up. "We go in quietly. No errors." Damien grinned. "No promises.". The club pulsed to music and muted talk. Dim lights, designer suits, backroom deals. Lena and Evelyn entered first, blending in. Eyes were on them, but nobody had a clue who they were. Yet.

The way Zion nervously twiddled his fingers under the table spoke volumes - he clearly didn't want to be there. "I heard you managed to secure a collaboration with T&K Designs." Thomas Kerrington chimed in, taking a sip of water as they waited for their food. "You truly are the best at what you do. My foundation has tried countless times to get T&K's attention. Your influence makes me want to tap into it. Maybe if they find out that I raised the legendary Ayva Wesley, they wouldn't snub us anymore." he joked, glancing at his wife. Ayva managed a polite laugh, but her mind was far too preoccupied with Amanda and Zion's discomfort to come up with a fitting response to Mr. Kerrington's words.