Perfection Synonym Novels & Stories

A perfect life in my dictionary doesn't mean a life filled with luxuries and which will always be filled with happiness. A perfect life means to have someone for whom you would want to take holiday from your work, to have the ups and downs with them, to explore the various ways to surprise someone, to share the cup of your favorite beverage, to have someone talk to who can just listen you, to have someone to guide you and correct you, and so many other things that can never be explained.

So for him, his entire life he has tried to work up to this level of perfection, since everyone around him wanted him to be that way. “I mean, I get where you’re coming from, but I don’t think you have to be perfect. Because what even is perfect? Your definition of it may not be the same with mine, or the rest of the people in this world. So, why try so hard to be a person that doesn’t even exist?”

Complete. That was me. That was us. That was everything. And it was perfect. Absolutely, wonderfully, miraculously perfect. Exactly as it should be. Exactly as it would always be. Forever.

she said. “Refusing to compromise does.” Silence. The worlds around them shifted uneasily. The figure looked between all of them slowly. “You would accept imperfection.” Luke answered this time. “Yes.” The figure’s expression twisted subtly. “As long as people still suffer?” Luke took a breath. Then nodded once. “Because perfection forced onto everyone isn’t peace.” A pause. “It’s imprisonment.” The structure surged. The presence reacted strongly to that word. Imprisonment. Memories surfaced again—

"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.

“She’s our mate. I had let the most primal instinct take over me in anger and my mind conjured up this image of our mate. Isn’t she the most beautiful female?” His question seemed idiotic to me as my eyes stared at the raw beauty of our mate. “She is the most beautiful and exotic female, I have gotten the pleasure to ever lay my eyes on. Her long brunette hair are so tempting that I want to run my fingers in them, Adie. That smile of hers' would be the death of me, I swear on the goddess.” I reply with my eyes closed.

I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Becca, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs." "Josh?"

“Yeah, why not? All this must be perfect. And for you I will make sure it is.” “Thank you Adrian.” “Don’t thank me yet. Wait till I make it all perfect for you. Then you can thank me.” “What do you mean?” “Don’t worry. Just know you are forgiven.” .

“ Look, all I am saying is, I’d rather try to fix what can’t be fixed than watch you break.” Silence stretched, thick with everything we weren’t saying. Bonding over the fact that the same blood ran through our veins, even though it was not entirely the same. Almost like I had imagined it, the sound of deliberate footsteps broke the moment. The clacking sound of heels connecting with the marbled floor made my chest tighten aggressively. It felt like heels on stone. The smell of the familiar cold perfume drifted through the peaceful air, poisoning the once sweet smell with it’s venom. I didn’t exactly need to turn to know who it was.

I look at my side and let out a deep sigh. "I hope it won't offend you, Sir, but I used to hate how she overthink every single thing and keep it all by herself as if no one is beside her to talk about it too, I don't like how she got easily sleep anywhere, biting her fingernails so badly that she got tiny cuts around it, I hate whenever she deprived herself just to keep her stup*d diet plan, and I hate it when she got the attention of other guys in the campus, effortlessly." I felt ashamed as I heard them both laughing as I actually said those directly.