Almost Perfect Novels & Stories

Elena's heels glinted in the light, as Maria placed them on the floor in front of Elena. With a gentle movement, Elena lowered her feet into the heels, her toes sliding into the sleek interior. She stood tall, her leg extended as the heel seemed to mould itself to her leg, its glass surface glinting as she moved. Maria's hands went up and down, then came to rest to her sides, her eyes cast downwards as she bowed her head. "You look breathtaking."Maria's lips barely parted, her voice a soft sigh that seemed to dissolve in the air. Elena's gaze met Maria's, a soft smile playing on her lips."Thank you, Maria. You've outdone yourself."

Everything he chose to become. And that's everything. Absolutely everything. Perfect.

I just stared at them both. Perfect. Just fucking perfect.

No hesitation from me. "Perfect 10," I said.

A deep authoritative voice shattered the moment, shattering whatever hopes and bubbles I might have had. My breath hitched, The air in the café shifted instantly, growing thick and suffocating. “If you would please excuse us.” The voice continued, his voice rich and commanding. My heart slammed against my ribs as the scent of his woodsy perfume waltzed Into my nostrils, his presence overpowering, his aura suffocating. I could feel my emotions start to spiral, low thrumming sounds reverberated through my ears as I tried to fight this sudden urge to pass out.

And then— A single line appeared. Clear. Perfect. Unbroken. YOU

That was everything. That was enough. That was perfect in its imperfection. Exactly as it should be.

Untouched by truth. Perfect.

"Yessss.... I do! I do! I do! I accept everything that comes from you, my love!" I want to get married again! END

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.”