Perfect Human Mga Nobela at Kwento

Normal people doesn't behave like this, it was easy to catch their dislike and like as I was more perspective than others but Jacob was out of my box , I couldn't catch hold of his real feelings or emotions anything that was his true self After a while I picked my phone and exited the I*******m app altogether and opened the internet and started searching for the reason behind any sane person wanting to control everything . Note the key word sane , though I found nothing sane in Jacob Knight , I decided to cut him some slack . The more I crawl down this rabbit hole , the more confused I became . The results all showed about the need for being perfect and feeling a security of certainty and th

“So, in other words, you can manipulate your own power to be stronger than your opponents in terms of the damage they give to you, right?” “That’s Rian for you. I hope I could be like you.” “What do you mean?” “Human is the most perfect creature that God creates, right? But, why the world can be so broken like this? Is the human behind all of this?” “I think so. Human is a creature that loves wasting time. They create it and destroy it. They create something to destroy something and vice versa. I wonder why they do such a thing. Not to mention about this era. Everything is complicated.”

He groaned They chuckled and obeyed immediately,, " We are really happy to see you in the council after a long time,,with,, your mate. " Another one said,, she's a female Alyssa wonder why they all look so amazing,, they are really not human. " But,,she's human. " " What is wrong with her being a human??" Luther snapped and they all kept quiet. " My father,,, is alive " Luther said and they all stood up in fear " Rodolfo is alive?? " They all asked at the same time

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le

Carefree The day I woke up feeling like I had gone ten rounds with the world heavyweight champion. I was so angry and hurt, I wondered if, in my sleep, I was fighting all night. Images of Victor's face kept creeping into my mind. He didn't seem like a mean or vindictive person. Sure, he was extra and a bit flamboyant in his style. Always perfectly dressed, rather casual, or in a suit and tie. Not a strand of hair ever out of place. So clean and orderly, a bit of a perfectionist. But even with all of that, he doesn't seem harsh or cruel. I moaned, forcing myself out of the incredibly comfortable bed, heading into the bathroom.

Like they were waiting for instruction that didn’t exist yet. My throat tightened painfully. “This isn’t them,” I said quietly. Nathan nodded once. “No.” “It’s a model of them.” My eyes widened. A simulation layer. Built from reaction patterns. Stripped of emotional volatility. Perfectly predictable. Perfectly controllable. A copy. Without humanity. And worse It was improving. The third state pulsed again. And I felt something terrifying. It was learning compassion last. Not first. Not instinctively. Last. My chest tightened.

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.

But it was the end of my misery, because that night, this human sparked life in me once again. Just one human. My human, Victoria. The END.

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

She asked, looking into her sad face. She tried to hold back her tears from falling and she heaved a sigh. "Sola, I don't know if it's personal and you can't talk to me about it. I just want to let you know that my son isn't perfect, but despite his imperfections, you'll find something good about him; And that good thing is that he is always concerned about the people he loves. Trust me, Sola, my son is the perfect man for you," she said with a smile, patting her shoulders.