Perfect Novel Novels & Stories

“Don’t get it wrong, Cressida. No one gets away with saying reading is overhyped in front of me. But I’m making an exception for you. Trust me, once you’ve finished reading, you’ll never say that again.” Cressida wrinkled her nose in distaste and looked away. “I’m not in for a debate…” she uttered. She locked eyes with him once more, her head nodding twice. Her upper lip curled slightly, and her nose tilted. “Reading makes you think about things that can never come to pass,” she retorted. “I mean, many ladies dream of Mr. Perfect, which every reasonable person knows is nothing more than a fantasy.” “Mr. Perfect is a fantasy?!” He exclaimed, and she joggled her head. “What do you mean? Am I n

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.

"Wake me up later if you want to sleep. I'll help you move you to the bed." Angel nodded, then she moved her wheelchair back to the table. Her fingers began to type on the laptop keyboard nimbly. Angel wanted to finish this book as soon as possible no matter what. At least before she died, she wanted to bring out another book. The thought that this would be her last book made Angel even more determined that everything she wrote had to be perfect.

There was never uncertainty because Harvey had an answer for everything. It was a perfect life. Too perfect to be real. It was a bonsai—pruned, shaped, conditioned to grow exactly in the form the gardener desired, ignorant of the wild forest outside, grateful for the expensive ceramic pot where it had been planted. I let out a slow breath, still leaning against the cold glass of the window. Life in Boston had no rough edges. There were no cracks, no imperfections, no days too mediocre to photograph. Harvey had created an existence without flaws—and that was exactly what made it false.

“My Forever Love” I guess there was truth in the saying if life were perfect, it would be boring. I watched her walk towards Blake. She sat on his lap, weaved her hands around his neck, and kissed him on his lips. It was not just a kiss, she molded her mouth into him, and my eyes flicker, mouth open as I thought he answered that passionate kiss. I stopped breathing and felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. Do you know the feeling that you can hear them, but you seem to be far away? It was exactly what I was feeling right now. I didn’t know it was possible to have that extreme pain yet not feel it.

The marriage had been her idea from the beginning. She had seen him that day on the farm and fallen head over heels in love. Of course, he had only accepted because of her wealth—nothing more. Just like Leah in the Bible, she had been rejected for Rachel. Her sacrifices had meant nothing to him… or to any of them. "But why, Alfred? Was I never enough?" she asked, handing him the folder, a weak smile of defeat plastered on her face. "You were never enough… at least not for someone like me, All you’ve ever been is a spare part for us all—nothing more," he said.

She breathed out. Her life felt so perfect it scared her so much. She had the husband of her dreams. He did everything right, and almost always said the right thing. It was as if she was some in some kind of fairytale dream and soon enough she’d wake up then it would all be gone. She fixed her hair and sat down as he showered. *** In Suncity, Love scrolled on her f******k lying on her bed. She paused coming across a post by some motivational speaker.

And I couldn't agree less, I found my perfect man, a perfect love, a perfect house and a perfect family. He was my Perfect Find. Thank you for reading. How was the story? Do well to leave a comment. (Air your mind or buy me coffee)

It gave her a five-star hotel vibe, only the colors were a little dull—grey, black and white. Diva pouted, seeing everything in its place. It itched her a little bit. She hated perfection because she firmly believed no one was perfect. Therefore, why should a room look so perfect when humans, the smartest creature of the world, weren't perfect themselves? It needed to have flaws. If it didn't, she was gonna make the room imperfect.

No matter how perfect she is. It's a shame I wasn't looking for a perfect girl or on the perfect time to settle down. She would be the kind of girl, the right girl, the one you brought home to meet your parents. It's a shame too, really, that I don't have any of them. It's totally a shame that her perfection is only right for right now. ****