Perfect Human Novels & Stories

"We learned three new songs and I—" "Mrs. Von Dame," Hope's teacher, Ms. Pepper, called. She wore a long-sleeved, yellow sundress with white daisy prints that complimented her dark skin and black curly hair. She still had a youthful glow to her, having just graduated college. Rowena stood up, patting down her clothes. "It's just miss. Not missus." "Oh," She gave a polite smile. "Yes, my apologies. May I speak with you privately in the classroom?"

"Thank you for the compliments, but not everything is good, Gisela. Humanity is too corrupt, and one seeks how to save oneself. Not everything is about giving to be right with God, nor are we all neighbors. That's a somewhat complex topic that I would have to explain to you beyond the wise scriptures. Don't look at me like that. I'm not a father; I'm a man who likes to read, work, enjoy life, and give thanks every time he wakes up and goes to sleep." My perfect man! "You're a box of surprises," I smile. It's impossible not to recognize how good he is. "Do you love your parents? Why do they allow you to go through this?" And there I go, sticking my nose into matters that don't concern me. Now

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

I chuckled nervously. He smiled subtly and looked into my eyes, “there’s something wrong with everyone in this world, princess, but that doesn’t make them any less of a person. Having flaws is better than being fake. No one is perfect and they don’t have to be perfect. I find the imperfections about a person more attractive than their whitewashed version of themselves.” “Really?” “Yeah, you see. We say we need to find a mate or a soulmate to complete us. Why do you think fantasies like this exist? Why do you think we feel incomplete in the first place?”

died with a jagged, metallic shriek. Jian recoiled, his face twisted in rage. "You’ve destroyed it! A hundred years of planning! The 'Perfected Human'... gone!" "Good," Jinyan rasped, unstrapping Grace from the chair. He pulled the child into his arms, his tears soaking into her yellow raincoat. "She was never yours to perfect." But Jian wasn't finished. He looked at the cliff, then at the "Seventh Ledger." A manic light flared in his eyes.

◇NO POV◇ Anyone will not be blessed with every happiness god makes them to lack atleast onething in their life no matter how rich they're or poor they're But some people never understands what they're lacking or never tries to find it in order to fulfill it because according to them they have everything But people like these when they meet right situation or right person they'll know what exactly they need At the sametime our don have everything rich life, powerful family, handsome features according to world and him but the truth is he also lacks something but he never cares about it though one part of his heart tries to remind him what exactly he needs to survive But he don't have enough t

his last statement made me chulked a bit. I mean, everybody knows how imperfect I am. A woman who literally failed at everything. What is the point of lying just to make me believe he is on my side? “Okay, maybe not everyone is perfect” his voice collided with my thought. Like he could read my mind. “It's not like we have a perfect human anyway, but you are close to being one. You are a woman who does not easily break down. I admire that about you and please keep walking on their necks”

Cyrus stared at her in silence as she spoke further. “There is nothing wrong in being imperfect. Everyone lacks something it’s fine if you’re not perfect because this tells you that at the end of the day you’re also a human. A human who does mistakes. Being a human is being imperfect.” Cyrus blinked looking away from her as he licked his lips.

“That boy has made some bad choices in his life, but I’ve been very proud of him these last few months. I never thought I’d see the day that my sons would repair their relationship. You know that’s down to you, don’t you?” He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.”

“It swallowed everything. Helix, government networks, medical systems, orbital satellites—every structure humans rely on. He’s not running an AI anymore. He’s rewriting civilization.” Clara leaned back, rubbing her forehead with the exhaustion of someone who’d been awake too long to remember what rest felt like. “And the world is thanking him for it. No poverty, no corruption, no more fraud. They think they’ve been handed perfection.” She laughed, but the sound cracked. “Perfection built on obedience.” Sophia’s voice dropped to a dangerous calm. “Perfection built on obedience isn’t peace. It’s a cage too clean to notice.”