Perfect Human Novels & Stories

"Never. I will never let you near her—" "You already did. For four years. Vera was me. Different prosthetics. Different voice. Same person. I trained you. Trained Damien. Trained Hope. Every moment. Every lesson. Every—" He smiled. "Every trauma. All calculated. All designed. To create perfect weapon. And it worked. You saw video. She kills without hesitation. Without remorse. Without humanity. Perfect." "Where is Damien? Real Damien?"

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,

When that day comes, illusion breaks and we have to face the reality. It's better this way. I know where I will be going and what to expect. I look at the man who stood in front of me with a blank look. What is happening? Tears start to swim in my eyes. The person whom I thought is perfect, is not perfect at all. "The idea of perfection is a myth, Angel. No one in this world is perfect. They act like they are. But they are not" he says as if reading my thoughts. Just then a thought occurs in my mind.

'If anyone can hear me... please... help me... I beg you... If you can... if there's one person who can hear my voice... please get me out of this place' "I live like a puppet. I did just what my parents told me. I did my very best to do as what they said. I gave my all just to be called as a perfect daughter. A perfect... perfect girl... that is suited for this perfect family. A perfect child for my perfect parents. A perfect daughter for my perfect mom and perfect dad... and this perfect world... everything must be perfect!"

I was lost in the trance of looking at her, her near round face, perfect eyebrows, perfect. Aminah shrieked and she practically flew out of her chair. This babe ehn. She gets wahala, no doubt. They resumed looking at the pictures, Aminah's voice in awe as if the girls in the pictures weren't humans like the rest of us. She'd be surprised to see that their lives ain't all rainbows and sunshine like the pictures on I*******m portray.

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

I bring her favorite white roses and tell her that there is still good in the world. I tell her that evil is always punished. And I tell her that good people are always remembered. Rest in peace, Mary. The world owed you justice, and I have delivered it.

“They said humans were weak because we had limits.” “What kind of limits?” “Our bodies.” “Our minds.” “Our emotions.” She swallowed. “They wanted to remove all of them.” Adrian's expression hardened. “So they wanted to make people stronger.” “No.” Luna shook her head. “They wanted to make people perfect.” Lucas gave a nervous laugh. “Perfect sounds nice.” Luna looked at him. “It isn't.” Her voice was so serious that his smile disappeared. “Why?” “Because perfect people don't feel.” Elena's heart tightened.

Lucinda Ava's P O V Perfect! Just perfect! Everything about him is perfect! No one can own the word 'perfect' other than William Black I know people might say 'No one is perfect but, to me, he is perfect'. William Black is kind, and handsome with a face that even celebrities get jealous of. He is rich and the top businessman in the entire country, and he earned it on his own. He started his business from scratch and got there with his own hard work.

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.