Almost Perfect Novels & Stories

Natasha: "cut the crap, you know you're so boring so no one is enjoying your story" Peach: "6, 000+ reads and amazing comments says something, you dimwit.(glares hard at Natasha)" Pearl: "that's enough girls, before I forget, on behalf of Penangel and the rest of the imperfection team, we all say thank you for the love and the support so far. We're really grateful" Natasha: "minus me. I'm not included" Author(me): "Nobody wanted you here though, thank you Pearl. Don't forget to click the like button too guys. Thank you so much, angels"

But creating something that was always something. That was the ultimate triumph. The final victory. The absolute success. And it was beautiful. It was perfect. It was exactly right.

Permanently. Everything.

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.

She moaned. “I know, perfection,” I hummed. “I love us,” Amelie purred. “I love us, too, kitten,” I moaned. “Absolute perfection.” And it was. Perfection.

how could an ass be so fucking perfect? Damn... it was amazing. That big fucking ass was perfectly shaped, full and round and firm, the skin smooth and he imagined as tanned as the rest of her, it was just... wow. The thing was so round and big it made her look Brazilian. Alexis possessed a mouth-watering ass, juicy and perky, vaulting out from her slim hourglass frame. Exposed like this, he couldn't imagine being able to not stare at such an immaculate butt. Each cheek was full and round and perfectly formed, with that little crease underneath each cheek, and a mouth-watering crevasse in between. This display was a showcase to her dedication for working out and keeping her body as taut and

Ms. Perfect likes her psychology exercises. Kate, being the hyper-imaginative daydreamer and overanalyzing girl that she is, always feels like she’s fighting for her life against Ms. Perfect’s mind games. She feels exactly like Beatrice Prior in the serum-induced psych aptitude test.

Messy and complicated and hard-won and perfect. Full circle, at last.

I had the same feeling that I usually felt in my hunts, the feeling of being approached by a predator. But despite this urge, my body didn't move, The claws of the predator rested delicately on my cheeks. "You, on the opposite, are different, You are what we define as an Avatar, not because of your powers but because of this thing that only the likes of you and I can use: the system. This is what makes the difference between them and you, they are mere frauds, jokes of a living being, but you, you are perfect, you can use every ability, you can use the system... You are a perfect avatar."