Perfection Books Novels & Stories

Remember, what you reject today will become someone else treasure tomorrow, and by the time you realize that it will be too late for you. All humans are beautiful. Don't let social media and perception fool you into looking for perfection. Again, it's okay to have a preference. - This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. - The beginning... MEREDITH:

my voice was barely above a whisper. The ticking of the clock and the shuffling of feet was the only response I got, eliciting an unnerving sigh from me. I skidded quickly away from the aisle and finally found the books that brought me in here. All the Beautiful Things series bore an identical cover where the dominant colour on the book cover was black. I picked the book, Screech, beside it and threw it on the pile in my hands, making my way forward.

Because loving you is the happiest thing in Mommy's life. A line of hurried handwriting was on the last page of the diary. [If there's a next life, I still want to be your mom.] Candice hugged the journal and wept. Outside the window, New Aeravale remained bustling, and life continued. However, there would always be a void in that place—a missing piece named Kathleen Sullivan. A woman who defined motherhood with her life. A woman who finally became the well-behaved version they all wanted. A woman who would forever live in their hearts. That was the end of the story, but the grief and love would never truly end.

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I was also always there for her when she needed a shoulder to cry on. I had treated her like a little sister, yet this was how she repaid me. Still, I knew this wasn't the right time to expose them. "Elise, are you deaf?" Damian snapped. "Why aren't you saying anything?" I swallowed the fury rising in my chest and forced a smile. "I heard you. Don't worry. I'll take the diet seriously." "Really?" Talia's eyes lit up a little too fast. She leaned forward, practically glowing with anticipation. "It should be enough as long as you lose 40 pounds. Personally, I think 80 pounds is the perfect weight. That's the best weight, really."

"The best option now is for you to redo your senior year with Nicole. I'll see you on campus one year from now. Nothing's going to change during this time. It's not a big deal." Not a big deal? My whole body started to shake uncontrollably. "Preston Nolin, do you know what a 626 score means?" I asked. "It's the top one percent in the entire state. "I woke up at 4:30 am and went to sleep at midnight every day. I was doing practice exams even on New Year's Day. I threw myself into studying for three straight years to get that 626, and you say it's 'not a big deal' and that I should just redo my senior year?"

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.”

"Sorry, but I can't read it." "Why not?" "I'm dyslexic," I state as if it should be obvious. Because it should be if teachers actually read about their students. Which he didn't. So that answers my question. "Miss Miracle, please do not lie," Mr. Asshole sighs again, clearly annoyed. He sure likes sighing. Before I can make a smart ass comment, Isaac steps in. Thank goodness, my brother, I love you! Not really. But like, thank you. "Mr. Prescott, she really is dyslexic. If you took time to read up on your students like you should, then maybe you would know that." So Mr. Prescott is his name. Nah, I like Mr. Asshole better.

In the application I submitted, I'd already answered all these, but maybe it was just standard protocol. I reached into my bag for a pen. I was pretty sure I'd packed a pen but I couldn't find it again. “Where is it? I thought I put it in here,” I whispered as I rummaged through my handbag. “You can borrow mine,” Jeremiah handed a pen to me. “Um, thank you,” I said, a little embarrassed that I forgot to bring something as little as a pen on my first day. “You're welcome.” Just then, the door was pulled open and my heartbeat picked up a bit at the person that walked right through.

“Maybe that’s why I need you. You don’t let the chaos win.” She rolled her eyes, trying to deflect all the sweet praise from what he said. “You need me because I’m good at my job. Don’t make it personal.” “It already is,” Roman answered, his voice lower. The air moved between them, the lines she had boldy tried establishing blurring in ways she wasn’t ready to accept. "I am going to rest my head" Ava said closing her eyes immediately as she tried to ruin the weird tension. By morning, Ava’s phone buzzed with hundreds of messages. The article had gone viral, and the damage was spreading. Clara called first, her voice rigid.