Perfect A Novels & Stories

“I won’t miss practise, but I would prefer it to be shorter.” Once he was in the throne room which had now been set up with rows of chairs, he went through his speeches. Thanks to Edward’s help, he was now word perfect. Angela played the role of the archbishop and placed the crown on his head. “I don’t think we need another run through today,” Bernadette said from behind the camera. “You said all the right things at the right time. It was just your facial expressions that were wrong. We can work on that one tomorrow.”

“Consistency. No slips. No contradictions. If you say Paris was our first trip together, then Paris it is. If I wear a certain colour and the blogs decide it’s your favourite, then it becomes your favourite. We don’t feed them confusion.” Dante tilted his head, studying me the way a scientist studies an experiment. “And what about feelings?” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Rule Three: There are none. In public, you’re mine. In private, you’re untouchable. Clear?” His eyes flickered, just for a second, something unreadable in them. Then the mask slid back into place. “Crystal.”

Her breathing was slow and peaceful, and he marveled at her beauty, wondering how someone could look so serene despite everything they were going through. "I could stare at you forever," Pedro whispered to himself, leaning in closer, unable to resist the pull of her presence. His lips hovered over hers for a moment before he finally pressed them to her mouth, gently, almost fearfully. Alice stirred slightly but didn’t wake, and Pedro pulled away quickly, sitting up and pretending to rub his eyes as if he had just woken up.

she snapped. Tukijo smiled, satisfied with Markonah's statement. He took the initiative to approach her and hugged her from behind. "Yes, I belong only to her." Markonah was slightly surprised. She tilted her head up to look at Tukijo's face. "Ah, why is this guy so handsome," she murmured, blushing. Markonah's height was level with Tukijo's shoulder. By tilting her head up, she could clearly see Tukijo's face.

"May the Perfect Man curse you!" Oliviér's eyebrows gave away the surprise he felt with the way they jolted open. He looked back over at the boy. "The perfect man?" His hand squeezed harder. "What would an idiot peasant know about an evil god?" At the words of Oliviér the boy's face paled. It was obvious he did not mean to speak those words, but the way Oliviér saw it the boy really was an idiot commoner. The Perfect man. Dubbed an evil god in the whole of Hara, as well as any other god who wasn't Mother Earth. The Perfect Man was the god of gentlemen, and perfection, it was the reason why only men were his worshippers.

He mirrored my actions and we had a mini stare down for a few seconds. "Maybe I haven't found the right one." I laughed in his face, "There's no such thing as the right one." He seemed taken aback by my amusement, "There is. Why would you say that?" "There's no perfect person out there. You just have to find a pretty good person and deal with their flaws for the rest of your life." I stated. "No one said anything about perfection. I'm saying, the right person wouldn't have you questioning your feelings even when they mess up." His statement left me thinking deep.

"That is good. That is right. That is perfect. You are whole now. You are complete now. You are at peace now. Finally. Truly. Absolutely. You are complete." They stood together. Silent. Peaceful. Complete. Hope was hundreds. And hundreds were Hope. And together, they were exactly right. Complete. Whole. Perfect. Forever. Always. Eternally. Complete.

said Luke trying to get this ship sailing. “I have known him my whole life too. He is the kind of person who wants everything to be perfect in his life. Perfect leader, perfect parents, perfect grades, perfect guy with perfect features and he wants a perfect girl for himself. And who do you think is perfect among ourselves? Elena!” said Topaz loudly and continued,

“Studies, sports, cooking, music, arts, dances, management, martial arts, and so on— there’s not a single thing this academy is able to teach her. She was just this perfect. The teachers can’t do anything but to follow the scheduled lessons, it’d be pretty pointless anyway. Adding her appearance, simply put— she’s the most perfect being in this academy.” …Most perfect being. Wow. Should I see this as an exaggeration or not? If it’s a being closest to perfect, then I’d agree with it— not with the most perfect being. No one in this world is perfect except the God of Creation itself. Not even the angels, not even the celestial gods, not even the twelve apostles. Anyways… I don’t think Persia’s

6"4 tall homosapien, with a handsome, attractive face, a beautiful pair of eyes which are black like charcoal, well-defined and broad Chiselled Jawline and shoulders, his lips pink, his skin glittering with freshness, his six packs was visible from his T-shirt, his biceps and triceps bulging out beautifully. Chimamanda was feeling hot inside her already, he was a sight to behold, the tingles in her were building up, he was making her speechless all of a sudden, but she wasn't going to give in. "I am a tough girl, no one messes with the Odenigbo's especially Chimamanda" she quickly says to herself.