Perfect Novel Novels & Stories

The silence made her heart pound and she could not keep her eyes away from his. “For a moment I thought I was dreaming,” he muttered to himself. Well, that was understandable since it was a citation neither of them expected to happen. “I’m not giving you this book Ace. Just let me pass so that this can go by peacefully.” “Only if you tell me what’s the big deal with that book,” he said. “There’s no deal.”

And the reality, as bitter as coffee, seeped through, leaving a stain that no brush could ever cover. So here I am, staring at that ridiculous painting, wondering how I ever fell for such a perfect imperfection.

It's still bad, but at least he has some human decency towards our sister. Ashton Nord is the last one. And he's my favorite out of my brother's whole posse, if I'm being honest. He's pretty sweet, has morals and is kinda handsome, not gonna lie. Although, he basically is a walking god like the rest of them, but he doesn't take advantage of that by using it to lure girls in. No, like I said, Ashton is the only one with morals. But he's also really quiet and quite scary. I would make the argument to say that he can be the scariest out of all of them.

“What do you see? Because all I see right now is emptiness.” “Put enough imperfections together and, eventually, you will achieve perfection. But even then, perfection is all about perspective. Maybe you and Ivan and your imperfections will make the kind of perfect you both need.” She cupped my cheeks and kissed the top of my head. “Sit here, drink wine, and I will go and call my pain-in-the-arse twin to make sure he’s not taking a hammer to a door or something.”

Everything was perfect here, a stark reminder of how far removed I was from that ideal. A clean, perfect plate—scrambled eggs, toasted rye, a bowl of fresh fruit, and a croissant I probably couldn’t afford on my best day. The coffee was still hot in the carafe. Everything was immaculate. Of course it was. Adam’s world didn’t allow room for disorder. It was a fortress of control, erected brick by brick, against the chaos that, apparently, I represented.

There was nothing so wondrous as this, nothing so fulfilling as a perfect kiss "A perfect kiss?" Joanna Lennox glared at the last page of her Gothic novel, Lady Jade's Wild Lord. "There is no such thing as a perfect kiss." A perfect kiss was a myth. She was sure there wasn't, because if there were, she would have been kissed by now and known that, wouldn't she? Yet here she was at twenty years old, unkissed, uncourted, and utterly alone.

A friend, someone Adam can trust before he realizes he has already opened the wrong door. Daniel starts the engine. His eyes remain on the photograph for one final second. Then he quietly says, "Let's see how desperate you really are." He drives away.

I’m just a computer nerd with an eye for perfection. And he’s… literally perfect. Literally. If I had to describe him in my coding language, it would be a flawless build—no bugs, no glitches, no unnecessary lines. Clean, efficient, and dangerously close to breaking every system it runs through. Wait a minute. What am I doing again? What is it that I was about to say? I’m trying to figure out my own brain when Sweet Poison steps closer and lowers his head, so we are looking eye to eye.

He emphasized the last part with a sensual tone. He counts to three, and finally, I open my eyes wide and take in the surroundings. It's a rustic cabin, and I love it! I'm not a woman of few words, but today I really am. "This place is magical, it's identical to the one in my dreams. Ah, they've come true! "Love, what a beautiful place, that's why you were so mysterious," I look into his eyes, wanting to cry at this beautiful gesture, but if I do, I'll ruin his special surprise.

“The perfect moment. After everything… the chaos, the blood, the therapy… you deserve a moment that isn’t stained by any of it. Something beautiful and pure. And every time I think I’ve found it, something happens. A security alert. A letter from your brother. A reminder that our life is… not normal.” Her heart swelled with a love so fierce it was almost violent. This brilliant, powerful man was tying himself in knots trying to orchestrate a fairy-tale for her, a woman whose happiest moments were often found in the quiet after the storm had passed. “Anton,” she said, taking his face in her hands. “Listen to me. Our life is our perfect moment. The ‘beautiful and pure’ thing isn’t a lack of sh