Perfect Life Novels & Stories

What am I doing in my life? "I appreciate your compliment Mr. And Mrs. Grande but I am not a perfect person. No one is," I replied in my most respectful tone. I don't want to sound rude either way. But if the arrival of my words for them is rude, then that'd be fine for me. Besides, I can stand by my words. No one is living perfectly in this world. Everyone has its flaws, gaps, mistakes, failures and terrible sides. What made it perfect is the person who appreciated and accepted the person's imperfections. That would be pointed as imperfectly perfect.

The world had eyes on him, and for a man who thrived in shadows, exposure was death. The Foundation rose where they had all fallen. Not as an empire but as something fragile and human. A network of survivors, advocates, healers. Messy. Flawed. Alive. I tilted my face toward the sunlight, breathing deep. For years, I had lived in fire—burning, breaking, and surviving. Now, there was room to grow. Not every story ends in flames. Some end in flowers. The End

“I question the old man, and he studies me in silence. “If you do, then you would understand why I'm here. “I reply, and he shuts his eyes and inhales deeply. “You really want to be perfect, huh? “He questions and I stare at him in silence. “I believe you've heard the saying, beauty is pain. How much pain are you willing to go through, and how beautiful do you want to be? How hungry are you for perfection? “He questions, and I scoff. “ I'd bear any amount of pain to shut my Aunt up. To be a god who would stun everyone, and be mindlessly worshiped. I'm not hungry for perfection, I'm starved for it, and I'd go to any length to attain it. “I reply. Burning as the occurrence from the party repla

He asked rubbing his well shaped nose on Adele cheeks before he moved towards her ear and whispered. “Because you are my fated perfection” he whispered before he looked at her green eyes which turned teary. That’s the first time anyone ever told her words to make her important. Gently Harden took her lips again, this time so slowly but full of wants, Adele gave him back the energy, all the time she wanted so bad to have him it’s here so she let herself free, free from not just her desire but also her life and the world happening around her……

I smiled, tears of pure happiness in my eyes. “I love you too,” I whispered back. “My Daddy. My husband. My forever.” As I closed my eyes, surrounded by the peaceful sounds of our sleeping children and the man who had become my entire world, I knew the truth with every beat of my heart: This was my perfect ending. Not the one the world would understand. But the one I had chosen. Dark at the beginning. Beautiful at the end. And completely, eternally ours.

“We’ve only just begun. It feels good to be with you.” I rock myself while hugging my legs and admiring the skyline that meets the ocean. “I never expected this. I’m scared because it’s too perfect. Too much happiness does not always last. Something bad could happen one day. It’s just the way life goes, but I don’t mean us. Nothing is ever truly perfect.” “You’re quite sentimental, aren’t you?” He beams with delight. “I couldn’t agree with you more. There are some things I haven’t even told you about.”

I started cursing myself for not being around him when he needed me the most. "I wanted a perfect life partner for myself. Your mom was perfect but she could never bear my perfection. So as Nova. Throughout my whole life, I learned a lesson. Two perfect people can never end up together, neither a perfect nor an imperfect person. Both need to be equally imperfect" Why does it feel so good now? While Hearing him like this my pain reduces a bit.

Never in a million years did I think my life would be this perfect, I never thought I would find someone to love and who would love me the way we love each other, I thought the relationships my brothers had were only real in books and films, but it happened to me, and I am the happiest man alive. THE END

Not just okay, everything is perfect. You are married to a man you truly love, a man you're sure loves you back to the same extent, if not more. A man who always tries his best to make you happy. You are pregnant, you're going to have a child. You have the perfect job. It's all perfect. What makes you worried then? Maybe this perfection is why, this happiness is just-- too much, it is too good. That it makes me feel it is too good to be true.

Meaningful details. But still just details compared to what we had. Compared to who we’d become. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not one single moment. Not one sacrifice. Not one struggle. All of it had led here. To this family. This life. This peace. And it was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Exactly as it should be.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​