A Perfect Story Novels & Stories

When I opened it, a lovely fragrance wafted out, filling the room like a gentle summer breeze, inviting me to take a deep breath. “Mmm…” I murmured, enjoying the delightful scent that reminded me of my mother’s sweet and soft perfume. Eager to learn more, I unfolded the note inside. “Have you ever wondered if you are really the best version of yourself? If you believe you are perfect just as you are, then you can simply toss this letter aside.” I paused, frowning. “I don’t know anyone who thinks they’re perfect.” With my curiosity piqued, I continued to read the note.

Completely. Our truth. Our story. Our proof. Perfect.

“You are perfect.” *~ The End ~*

Life isn't always rainbows and sunshine. My stories portray things that go down in real life. None of my characters are perfect because perfection doesn't exist among humans. No one is perfect. To all those insecure people out there - FORGET WHAT OTHERS THINK. YOU ARE AMAZING! Everyone is amazing in their own way. Learn to love yourself because, at the end of the day, you only have yourself. Love, Anushka x

“I question the old man, and he studies me in silence. “If you do, then you would understand why I'm here. “I reply, and he shuts his eyes and inhales deeply. “You really want to be perfect, huh? “He questions and I stare at him in silence. “I believe you've heard the saying, beauty is pain. How much pain are you willing to go through, and how beautiful do you want to be? How hungry are you for perfection? “He questions, and I scoff. “ I'd bear any amount of pain to shut my Aunt up. To be a god who would stun everyone, and be mindlessly worshiped. I'm not hungry for perfection, I'm starved for it, and I'd go to any length to attain it. “I reply. Burning as the occurrence from the party repla

The questions you wanted to ask, the answers you wanted to give. Tons to show and heaps to know. Always. [If we could do things the way we are supposed to do; Then it would've been all perfect throughout our lives. But it isn't , for a reason… And that is because life is all about the little imperfections and flaws that sum up it's beauty, that makes us more of what we really are… A human.] Now, let me tell you a story.

Perfect. Finally. **THE END**

Together, let’s make this story something unforgettable. With endless love and gratitude, Perfect Infinity

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.

"How did you do that?" She glared back at him. "I read the instructions." He opened his mouth to respond, then closed it. She watched him process the fact that he'd been defeated by a coffee machine and a woman who knew how to read. "Fine," he said finally. "You won." "Was there ever any doubt?" He almost smiled. "Don't get used to it." They argued about coffee strength while the machine finished brewing. Ethan insisted on strong. Bianca called him a heathen. He retaliated by adding too much sugar to her cup. She poured it out and made him do it again. Ethan attempted to toast bread. It burned.