We Re The Perfect Two Novels & Stories

It is not the happy ever after as portrayed in the movies but a facade. Love is a weapon of weakness that is only of benefit to those who seek to exploit it. “Miss Waters.” Carlos called. No response. “Miss Waters.” No response. “Miss Ivy Waters!” He called with a loud voice, pulling her out of her thoughts. Ivy jerked at the sound of his voice. She didn't realize she had been so lost in her own little world. Whatever the case, she didn't feel guilty or embarrassed for it. Still, she had to play the part.

The perfect picture of love. And that’s when the problem hit me. Because the perfect couple was the last thing Reid and I were right now. My stomach twisted as I unfolded the pitch letter, the words practically glowing off the page. “We’d love for you and Reid to showcase our newest collection. Your love story has captured so many hearts — this campaign feels like the perfect fit.” I closed my eyes and groaned. The internet really had no idea.

The place was decorated exquisitely and romantically, with soft lighting and gentle music drifting through the air. Celina sat next to Leo, holding a violin in her hands, while Leo sat at the piano, his fingers gliding across the keys. Their music intertwined seamlessly, as if they were meant to be. Their gazes met from time to time, filled with an unspoken understanding and tenderness, as if the rest of the world didn't exist and only the two of them remained. Applause rose around them, and people murmured in admiration. "They're both so talented. What a perfect pair!"

He looped the path. “You know what? Everything I did was because I needed to be perfect. The perfect council. The perfect friend. Perfect for everything. Love is not even a thing for me. My stepfather and stepbrother wanted perfection. You! You are the only one who ruined it! Who stained it!” Josh ranted. His nerves loosened. His neck moved with vibration. His mouth never grew tired. He told everything. The pain. The stress. Everything. “Everybody expects something, but you don’t have to pretend, Mr. President.” Tristan’s voice was low. The temper in his mind cooled a bit.

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

It was so sexy. Jeremy then mindlinked me, “do you want to keep her?” I mindlinked back, “yes.” We were royal lycans, so we were able to communicate telepathically. A lost art among the lycans and werewolves. Looks like we found our princess. Matthew’s POV

I started cursing myself for not being around him when he needed me the most. "I wanted a perfect life partner for myself. Your mom was perfect but she could never bear my perfection. So as Nova. Throughout my whole life, I learned a lesson. Two perfect people can never end up together, neither a perfect nor an imperfect person. Both need to be equally imperfect" Why does it feel so good now? While Hearing him like this my pain reduces a bit.

I traced lazy circles on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my fingers. “Do you ever get scared?” I asked quietly. He looked down at me. “Of what?” “That something could still go wrong. That maybe… this is too perfect.” He exhaled slowly, his hand brushing through my hair. “I used to think that way,” he said. “But I realized something — perfect doesn’t mean easy. It just means it’s worth fighting for. And you? You’re worth everything.” I closed my eyes, letting his words sink in. We stayed like that for a long time — talking softly, laughing about old memories, dreaming about what came next. It wasn’t glamorous or cinematic. It was just real. Two people who had bee

My breath catches Because this time he is not promising perfection He is promising effort He is promising honesty He is promising us I step closer and rest my hand on his chest His heartbeat jumps Mine follows “You don’t have to be perfect” I whisper “You just have to stay You just have to choose us every day And I will choose you too” His throat moves hard His hands reach for mine slowly like he’s asking without words I let him hold me Because this time it feels right This time it feels earned This time it feels ours A soft ringing echoes from outside the hallway “They’re calling us” he says with a small smile “We should go down”

And I couldn't agree less, I found my perfect man, a perfect love, a perfect house and a perfect family. He was my Perfect Find. Thank you for reading. How was the story? Do well to leave a comment. (Air your mind or buy me coffee)