Perfect A Novels & Stories

“Yeah, why not? All this must be perfect. And for you I will make sure it is.” “Thank you Adrian.” “Don’t thank me yet. Wait till I make it all perfect for you. Then you can thank me.” “What do you mean?” “Don’t worry. Just know you are forgiven.” .

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.”

The full picture. Complete. The correct amount.

Maybeeee I am nervous, yup that's it. I stood in front of him as now he has his whole attention at me. He wasn't looking at his phone or anything else but me, and I could feel the weight of it on my skin. “Perfect” That's all he said. Just with one simple word , one simple look Dante lit me up from inside out. Perfect , no matter how hard I tried I never was perfect , nor would I ever be. Still that single word set the cage of butterflies in my stomach free. I tried to avoid the fluttering sensation and put them back in. He is talking about the dress stupid. You have made a deal, it's all fake get it together bitch.

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.

Mary always took everything……everything she owned was supposed to be hers, not Mary’s. So no……she wasn't wrong. She was only taking what belonged to her. She quickly called herself back and closed her eyes, pretending to shake in orgasm as she heard Alfred’s early grunts. He was done already……might as well not have started in the first place. She watched as he strolled to the bathroom and began to shower. Her phone beeped. It was her mother. “How is it going?” A message popped up “Perfect……just perfect” she replied and immediately deleted the message.

SKYLA Steph dabbed powder across my jawline, but it couldn’t cover the exhaustion beneath my chestnut skin, not really. No concealer could conceal the damage Carl had done. But now, my image mattered more than the truth. “Try to look soft...” Steph whispered, angling my face towards the light. Soft, she was joking right? Across the green room, Xavier was adjusting his cufflinks with casual precision. Sharp navy suit, a subtle pin on his lapel. His media mask was flawless.

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

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 started with sincere love and kindness because doing such things costs you nothing. Thanks to Mr. Stephen, people like him made me a princess overnight. And those that had given up on love, destiny, family and hope... I've come to realize that nobody is left behind. No matter how perfect, or imperfect you think you are. I want you to know that life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly…but merely to be LIVED. Boldly, wildly, beautifully, uncertainly, imperfectly, magically LIVED. Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same. There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman bei