Perfection Synonym Novels & Stories

“Just what kind of perfection does that particular doll falls into?” He asks, with a bit of jealousy in his voice and tone. For being the perfectionist that he is, he sure will find anyone as his rival when the word perfect is attributed to that person’s characteristic. Most especially if that compliment comes from the Supreme being to whom he needed to please. He needed to be noticed with all of his worth. For all else, his life and the one that he cares about so much more than anyone and anything lies within the palm of his hands. “Let’s shall see about that.”

Untouched by truth. Perfect.

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

Tool. Perfect.

Right? *If only I knew better.*

He steered the conversation back to the original subject. “Anyway, I like sugary foods, but they limit my consumption here- no one wants a prince with dental problems. I’m not good at sports either.” “Is that why you wanted to marry someone with above average sporting abilities?” his future husband enquired. Sebastian found himself spluttering again. Excellent sporting ability had been one of the preferences he had input into the government match system. “How did you know?” he asked in surprise. “My sporting ability is the only thing that puts me above other people at my school,” Edward said. “Do I have to play sports at those events you go to instead of you?”

I said. The moment I apologized, they were stunned. They hadn't expected me to be this obedient. "You've really started to care for your sister," Mom said, her gaze turning complicated. "I'm glad that you two are finally looking out for each other." "Zora, you've finally matured," Dad chimed in. "If you keep this up, your mom and I will surely dote on you!" Guilt flickered in Simon's eyes. "You're my mate, so I'll surely take care of you," he said, trying to comfort me. "Even if you can't continue your studies at the Werewolf Academy, you can still live comfortably."

"You're very smart my dear, I'm sure you already know how you can change your scent." There aren't many: mate with someone, switch packs, or change rank. "I don't see any of those helping." He sighed lightly, peering at me with what looked like sympathy. "This is going to sound terrible but I need you to keep open mind. Can you do that for me?" he asked. I took a moment to think before nodding slowly. "You can mark someone without fully mating with them." "What," I breathed out. It wasn't a question, more of an expression of disbelief.

“Consistency. No slips. No contradictions. If you say Paris was our first trip together, then Paris it is. If I wear a certain colour and the blogs decide it’s your favourite, then it becomes your favourite. We don’t feed them confusion.” Dante tilted his head, studying me the way a scientist studies an experiment. “And what about feelings?” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Rule Three: There are none. In public, you’re mine. In private, you’re untouchable. Clear?” His eyes flickered, just for a second, something unreadable in them. Then the mask slid back into place. “Crystal.”

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.