Perfect Love Novels & Stories

I said. "Humph. I don't think you know the meaning of perfection. Perfection is love. It's sex. It's the relieve you get after coming back from a stressful work. Good sex is perfection. And there are no sexual desires without me. Imagine there were no sexual desires, this world would have been a boring place for all ye mortals." He paused, then eyed Artemis wearily,

"Stop saying things like that, you're going to make me cry." "Cry. I'm here to wipe your tears." He does it. With the tips of his fingers. With infinite gentleness. "You're too perfect," I breathe. "It's not possible to be this perfect." "I'm not perfect. I'm just in love. It gives the illusion." "No. You're perfect. For me. That's the only perfection that counts." We stay like that for a long moment. Whispering. Touching each other. Enjoying this morning that belongs only to us.

She also loved him even in estrangement and being pregnant with their son Axel. Leigh could not recall a time when she did not love Rocky. And if she was asked to choose now, she would always choose to love Rocky over and over again. Because love is always a choice. A perfect love is never perfect. It is flawed. And choosing to love someone despite their flaws makes it perfect. THE END….

Never Again 🌷 “He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love is hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is pe

She kissed my cheek, hugged Alex with genuine warmth, and settled into the gathering as if she had always belonged here, as if the years of estrangement were a dream we had all woken from together. It was perfect. Not in the way of movies, where perfection means the absence of flaw, but in the way of real life, where perfection means the presence of love despite flaw. Where the lopsided cake matters more than the perfect one because someone who loves you made it. Where the rain against the windows is not melancholy but cozy, not isolation but shelter.

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.

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.

"I started reading books when I was twelve to escape the reality I lived. I dreamed of falling in love and the perfect proposal. The perfect wedding. The perfect husband. A place where you feel safe even if you don't have a roof over your head." I look up into his eyes as he tries to read mine. My chest gets heavy as my eyes start to burn. "I may not have chosen you for a husband, but I wouldn't change my decision to marry you. I love you more than I thought would be possible. I have never felt more safe than I do in your arms. Any benefits I gain for my self interest, will be for your self interest." He brings his palm to my cheek while tracing my lip with his thumb. "I knew you were the wo

He put my feeling first, and he satisfied my every desire, bringing me a mind-shattering orgasm that made my legs shake as I shivered in ecstasy. How can he be so perfect? I don’t think I would have been this sated if I were with some other guy, it felt like we were made for each other. If not for the present condition of our family’s business, I would have fixed a date with this dude for tomorrow. I need more of this loving, I can never get enough of him. As he cuddled me in his arms, I kept thinking of how perfect he is, and how we look so good together. I slept off with thoughts of this perfect stranger in my mind. I wish we would remain this way forever, I wish he were mine to love and c

A painful whisper. "She's the only child of her parents. How would she survive?" Kate and Lucas stood by his side, watching how emotional Jade felt. He'd never broken down for anything, or anyone like this, ever before. Kate realised that this girl, definitely is his weakness. 'But does she loves him the same way?' Lucas watched to with teary eyes. All he could see was Sapphire bring his strength. 'Indeed, love is friendship that has caught fire. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weakness.' he pondered over the thought.