Perfect A Novels & Stories

Hale tilted his head slightly. “I know it is.” Luca stepped forward. Not aggressive. Not reckless. But ready. “You built everything around that belief,” Luca said. Hale’s gaze flicked to him. “And it worked.” A pause. “Until you.” Silence. Because that Was the truth. Damon exhaled slowly. “Then maybe it was never perfect.” Hale didn’t look at him. Not yet. “Perfection isn’t the goal,” he said. Elara’s voice cut in.

Not for anything. Not ever. This was home. This was love. This was everything. And it was more than enough. It was perfect. In all its imperfect glory. Perfect.

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

He began to speak again, his voice quieter now but still clear enough for everyone to hear. “I called this piece Perfection,” he said. “Not because the woman in it is flawless, but because she represents something perfect to me. Something rare. She’s strong, but gentle. She’s been through things, yet she still carries light. To me, she is perfection — not in the way the world defines it, but in the way she exists. She doesn’t have to try. She simply is.” I felt my eyes start to sting.

Eva complained and I laughed; she described a Joe Michael that only she knew. "Oh, Eva, are you going to tell me you didn't think he's gorgeous and a gentleman? That's why he's called Mr. Perfect, because he's one of those men full of kind gestures, extremely polite and handsome," I teased her and she looked at me and rolled her eyes, just like she had complained Mr. Perfect did. "Okay, he is handsome, the kind of breathtaking handsome, the universal type where there isn't a single woman in the world who would look at him and not be absolutely certain he's gorgeous!" she pointed, and I found her description quite emphatic.

Its our langauge , that no one else will ever be to understand . "Fuck Bella " he groaned fusing his lips with mine , taking me inside him and pouring all his needs and desires in my mouth " You don't even know how beautiful you are - you deserve so much better than this . I'm too fucked up for you but still I don't want to give up on you , nor do I want you to give up on me . Its really annoying , I know you want someone perfect and stable for you something that I can never be but then again your perfect one doesn't even exist so it takes away my guilt .. you know why I am telling you this ? Because I'm a guy and I know how messed up guys can be , your perfec

“She’s our mate. I had let the most primal instinct take over me in anger and my mind conjured up this image of our mate. Isn’t she the most beautiful female?” His question seemed idiotic to me as my eyes stared at the raw beauty of our mate. “She is the most beautiful and exotic female, I have gotten the pleasure to ever lay my eyes on. Her long brunette hair are so tempting that I want to run my fingers in them, Adie. That smile of hers' would be the death of me, I swear on the goddess.” I reply with my eyes closed.

I followed wordlessly behind Bishop as we walked through the beautiful modern and masculine apartment. I could tell that it was a penthouse because it had the best view of the city that we were in. Everywhere I looked, there was a view of the night life. It was truly beautiful and such a breath of fresh air from the warehouse that I was kept at just a few hours ago. I felt small compared to his figure. He was taller than Oden but Oden was built more muscular than him.

I grabbed onto my bed sheets and shut my eyes. "You're wet for me baby," he teased softly and in a voice that made me even wetter than I already was. I shivered as I released my hold on the sheets and moved my hands underneath his shirt, removing it and taking in his perfect fit. Why everything about this man has to be so damn perfect?