Perfect Human Novels & Stories

"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.

"Impossible. That can't be. Such a perfect man would never exist. You must be dreaming." "Are you writing a telenovela? I don't believe that such a perfect man could exist." "Someone smack her on the head and wake her from her delusion." "Human nature is inherently ugly. If a person seems perfect, it's only because he's good at disguising himself. "You might need to be careful. No one in this world will love you for no reason if someone treats you well for no reason. They must be after something." Olivia's eyes lingered on this comment, and the smile on her face froze.

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.”

Blackie’s tone softened, “That being said… it is indeed a fact that this perk is a major cockblocker – even if it is technically your own soul that is rejecting others. But look at the bright side! Just how many people out there would kill to have the ability to easily know whether they are perfectly compatible with another person?” Noah, who had been quietly fuming this entire time, could no longer hold it in, “What does it even mean to be ‘compatible’?! And why should people have to be ‘perfectly compatible’ to be happy together?! There are no absolutes in this world! No such thing as perfection! You can harp on about how beneficial this shit is for us, but in the end, don’t we all live an

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?

Anam's POV "Anam is there any special reason you called me at 10 am " Ayan reply sleeping " why could you be so cruel to ruin my sleep " "Hey, you can't complain I am the one who should complain here. my precious sleep got disturbed because of you" "Dear Miss Khan could you be a nice person and tell me the reason so that I can continue my sleep," he says in a gentlemanly tone. how can someone sound so good even half-sleeping?

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.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”

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.

His skin was utterly perfect and smooth, each muscle seemingly carved from stone. Damon lifted his chin. “Not mindless. Just… clean. Unsullied.” He approached the glass and looked upon the man inside almost… lovingly. Like a father would look at his son. “Aging naturally often involves so many unwanted side effects; outside influences, personality quirks, skin blemishes, grudges and desires…” “Those are all parts of what it means to truly be alive,” I whispered before I could stop myself. He pulled his gaze away from the glass. “My children are all alive. And they are perfect. They are so much better than I am, so much better than anyone could ever be. Imagine a world filled with such perfec

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?”