Perfect Lie Novels & Stories

In her mind, no one was truly perfect in this world. The so-called perfect person should not eat or drink and be capable of doing everything. That was called true perfectionism. Only gods should be so perfect. Were they gods? Weren't they just like humans like everyone else? Yet they pretended to be perfectionists. Julien found her huffing look cute, and he couldn't help but pinch her cheek. It felt tender and good. "Radical, indeed," Julien echoed. As a model husband, he needed to support his wife.

Hoonie is like a pro basketball player. Then the result turns out to be: 29/30. Hoonie missed one. Hoonie flipped his hair and smirked at Mingchan. “Goodluck, dude.” Hoonie proudly said and feels that he’s unbeatable. Mingchan gave him a bright smile. “Okay, this is my first time! Hehehe.” Mingchan said. But his system is saying that he is going to achieve a perfect score. Hoonie is so amazed while watching Mingchan. First time? But why is it so perfect? He thought while watching him. Of course who’s going to win against a robot, right?

A fact and a first that is a horrifying way to witness and to know now. “Seriously. Just how cunning your mission turns out to be for giving me the chills that I rather to be hang death, yet it was all too late for me to do so?” Valerie’s contradicting tone and words. Breaking nothing of her poker face and seriousness. He nature and build identity especially towards the commandments who is seeing her as their youngest member. “Let’s just say that it is all according to everyone’s description and meaning for the word perfection.” "Perfect? Wonderful.”

I watched him gasp and his eyes start to glow. "Don't start mating in front of me, you two fuckers," Effie growled teasingly and I started laughing until Ambrose bit my neck releasing his mate venom into my veins. My body felt like it was being submerged into a warm bath and I gazed lovingly into his green eyes and smiled. Being true pereche was completely different from a like or infatuation. It was deep and touched the very depths of your soul. "I love you Ambrose. My true pereche," I growled softly and searched for his lips to kiss. I kissed him hungrily and felt myself getting aroused. Ambrose pulled back and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I see you're wearing your ring." "My ring..." Rowena found herself repeating in a soft voice as she glanced at her hand. Her mother's engagement ring glistened a bit under the street lamps. Gary was still in the car fastening the seat but he continued talking. "I-I think it's nice. Looks pretty valuable." Rowena bit her lower lip. "Yeah..." "Michael did good, huh?" "Y-You could say that." Gary finally fixed everything up and made his way out of the back seat. He dusted his hands and fixed his clothes. He held the top of the car door as he turned to Rowena and said, "he seems like a great guy."

His face was an inch away from mine, which gave me the chance to stare at him while he sleep. Alexei was almost perfect. I couldn’t point out anything that he lacks or his flaws because he’s almost perfect. From his fine and thin wavy hair, down to his piercing gray eyes, aristocratic pointed nose without bumps, incredibly asymmetrical, and balanced whole, down to his not too thin and not too thick plum lips, which were always the cause of my desire for coitus. I wouldn’t bother pointing out the flaws of his body because he had all those muscles in their right measure starting from his broad shoulders down to his stern legs.

“Barely even a person.” Liviana scoffs in offense. “Excuse me?” “You’re timid. Shy, quiet, impressionable. You’re less like a mouse and more like a doll, a puppet.” He says. “It’s why people love you so much. You figure out what they want from you and shape yourself to fit into that mold of their view of perfection.”

He mirrored my actions and we had a mini stare down for a few seconds. "Maybe I haven't found the right one." I laughed in his face, "There's no such thing as the right one." He seemed taken aback by my amusement, "There is. Why would you say that?" "There's no perfect person out there. You just have to find a pretty good person and deal with their flaws for the rest of your life." I stated. "No one said anything about perfection. I'm saying, the right person wouldn't have you questioning your feelings even when they mess up." His statement left me thinking deep.

"I want everything to be perfect," "Perfection is overrated," "You'd say that, but you're already perfect." Lucas said nothing about that. Instead, he walked to his little brother and ruffled his hair. Lior frowned at it. He had spent so long making it rest back, causing Lucas to chuckle and say softly, "No one is perfect, Lior, and I know I don't count, but whoever your Mate is, would love you for who you are. Flaws and all. So don't worry, everything would be fine."

No doubt about it, Percival has a handsome face, with deep, peach blossom eyes that curl up at the corners, giving you the illusion he's deeply in love with you when he looks your way. Despite having a face that screams romance, his lips are thin. She once read online that people with this type of lips are naturally heartless, even capable of being cruel to those they love. When she mentioned that he "looks good in a white shirt," Percival's hand, which was holding a newspaper, twitched. "I look even better in a white shirt?" he asked.