Perfection Books Novels & Stories

Sapphire Walter. Going to the party with Emily and Ethan was a bad idea because it was just filled with drinking, smoking and some shameless people doing the deed in front of us like dude we don't want see how you're doing it with her as I sat on the counter and read this book my perfect man, imperfect by Madinah_Writes. It was so fucking good guys but what made it worst that Stephanie a chick from the party was like hitting on my brother and Emily disfigured her face for her claiming her soon to be husband to be hers.

Amanda made a monologue while shaking her head. *** "I've warned you, someday you will get karma of what you've done. So, why are you begging me again?" "Look, this is a price you get for what you did!" The man returned to sipping the green tea that the waiter had just served. *** A perfect couple is creating by two imperfect people who don't want to give up building a relationship. ~BebbyShin~

“For some reason, my mom would always recite it to me when I was younger… I held on to it even when I didn’t feel wonderful. They say the Bible is the truth. I don’t really care about God’s book, but that scripture became my truth…” “Why don’t you care?” I mumble. Nothing sits right. “I just don’t. I only care about what worked. I might not see eye to eye with Him, but I know He never creates mistakes or ugly people. He’s a perfectionist, you know. That’s why He made you so perfect.” “I’m not…” “You are. That Man up there, surprisingly, He knows what He’s doing… and I’m gonna say that scripture back to you…” I hold his gaze.

That was everything. That was enough. That was perfect in its imperfection. Exactly as it should be.

I felt heat start to pool low and a blush start to crawl up my neck. "About his ability to make himself everyone's problem." "Well, that tracks. At least from the little bit I've known him." She leaned closer to Rowan's section and started reading the titles off like she was browsing a bookstore. The books were a chaotic mix, some genuinely useful, others questionably so, but all jammed together in no particular order. She pointed to the first spine, reading it outloud, her voice dripping with judgement. "How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch."

“What? Noooo. It’s a quote Sigmund Freud used in the beginning of his book The Interpretation of Dreams. It translates to: 'If I cannot deflect the will of heaven, then I shall move hell.'” Kate keeps looking at Ms. Perfect with bug eyes and her lips set into a thin slit like she has just bitten off a piece of green tamarind. She wasn’t off the mark when she thought this was an Inquisition and Ms. Perfect had been possessed. Perhaps, after a month and about a dozen days, Ms. Perfect has finally lost her composure and seen that Kate is a lost cause. Kate has daydreamed countless times that Ms. Perfect had a secret lever that she would pull, opening a trapdoor under Kate’s chair and sending he

“Do you know what it feels like to be a black duck from a long line of golden gooses? What it feels like to be sidelined because you're never enough? When the one you love so dearly doesn't even regard you? Do you know what it means to have insults from family members? Morning, day, and night. Either directly or indirectly because you're not as good as they expect? Do you know what it feels like to stare at the mirror in pain because you're tired of seeing the same damn person every time? An imperfect person who has refused to improve, and is the cause of all your issues! Do you know what it feels like to want to be perfect, but yet you keep messing up? “I question the old man, and he studie

Elena's heels glinted in the light, as Maria placed them on the floor in front of Elena. With a gentle movement, Elena lowered her feet into the heels, her toes sliding into the sleek interior. She stood tall, her leg extended as the heel seemed to mould itself to her leg, its glass surface glinting as she moved. Maria's hands went up and down, then came to rest to her sides, her eyes cast downwards as she bowed her head. "You look breathtaking."Maria's lips barely parted, her voice a soft sigh that seemed to dissolve in the air. Elena's gaze met Maria's, a soft smile playing on her lips."Thank you, Maria. You've outdone yourself."

I reluctantly agreed. My confusion did not take away from the absolute perfection of RU. Everything was so organized and reminded me of a well-oiled machine. Which was funny in my mind since that’s what they actually produce. There were so many inventions and ideas around the building. We slowly made our way over to a dimly lit section. I thought it must have been an idea that was put on hold. Until we got closer. Then it hit me. There was an arm on this table. An arm just like the one Will had. He wasn’t kidding. They literally built his arm.

"Hunter.” "Ssshhh, princess. Before I go, I want to say something. You have bewitched me from the very moment that I laid my eyes on you. I am not going to lie when I say this, but you are mine. You are the only one that could reach inside this beast." I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Raven, there is no perfect person; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still accepting them with all your heart creates perfection."