Perfectionist Book Novels & Stories

“Crystal.” I exhaled, steadying myself. “Rule Four: One hundred and eighty days. Six months is enough to sell the story, not enough for it to rot. After that, we stage the breakup. Irreconcilable differences. Mutual respect. Everyone walks away with their reputations intact.” He pushed off the sofa and stepped closer, his presence filling the room in that maddening way it always did. “You’ve thought this through.” “This is what I do,” I said, chin high. “I build stories people believe. And for the next six months, we are going to be just another story.”

The marriage had been her idea from the beginning. She had seen him that day on the farm and fallen head over heels in love. Of course, he had only accepted because of her wealth—nothing more. Just like Leah in the Bible, she had been rejected for Rachel. Her sacrifices had meant nothing to him… or to any of them. "But why, Alfred? Was I never enough?" she asked, handing him the folder, a weak smile of defeat plastered on her face. "You were never enough… at least not for someone like me, All you’ve ever been is a spare part for us all—nothing more," he said.

"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.

With a lot of deep breathing and after nearly wanting to hit something five million times I actually ended up liking her. Earlier this morning, I caught her putting the wrong information into the record book again, assigning a rare, delicate first edition to someone. Instead of snapping, I just sighed, walked over, and gently guided her hand to the correct line on the ledger. I realized that my perfectionism was a shield I had built, and Susan didn't have one yet. “Miss Alex, I’m honestly going to miss you so much when you leave,”

"Yeah, I know. Perks of being a neighbourhood kid to the college. Anyways, I called you up again to tell you this. I gotta go. Bye!" "Bye!" I wished back and hung up. I spent the next couple of hours talking to my family and reading Cecelia Ahern's 'Perfect'. I was done reading 'Flawed' before I came here and started reading 'Perfect' yesterday morning. Honestly speaking, I was fond of 'Perfect' more than 'Flawed' because of many reasons but especially of one big solid reason: I shipped Carrick and Celestine more than I shipped Art and Celestine. I just loved the chemistry between Carrick and Celestine and that made me so addicted to the book.

One more chapter to go. Dear Reader, As I turn the final page of Perfect Love, I want to express how much your journey alongside these characters has meant to me. This story was about exploring the idea of love in its purest form, amidst the imperfections of life. I hope it inspired you to believe in the beauty of love, even when it’s not perfect. Writing this book allowed me to delve into the intricacies of human emotions, and I’m grateful for every moment you spent with these characters.

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There was no reason for me to be angry since the conversation went well, a little too well but still I’m angry. Anybody who knows me knows am a perfectionist, there shouldn’t be any flaws in my plans or projects. Because if there’s even a slight error I go berserk. It’s like a thing I was born with I’m not a perfectionist because I love precision. I’m a perfectionist because I don’t survive mistakes, Perfectionism isn’t ambition It’s defense and I don’t leave room for error. People like me don’t get margins! I notice disorder before I notice anything else. It’s like seeing a chair pulled out too far with the need to correct it or a stack of papers misaligned on the table, or maybe Someone’s

Readers loved the honesty, the vulnerability, the way Riley and Samuel refused to pretend everything was perfect. "Listen to this review," Sarah said when she visited with Lysander. "This book is a love letter to imperfection. Riley Chen doesn't just tell you about falling in love. She tells you about staying in love when it's hard, when you're tired, when life gets in the way. It's beautiful and real and necessary." "That's a good review," Lysander agreed. "It's a great review." Sarah looked at Riley, who was nursing Selene on the couch. "You did it again. Another bestseller."

I disliked it because it made me feel exposed in front of him and everyone else. What made it difficult was that it never addressed my issues. It simply enhanced it. “If I were you, I wouldn’t have gotten myself into this mess in the first place.” Naturally, he would express that. Interestingly, I would also find myself making the same statement. I wondered if I was a perfectionist, striving for perfection in everything I did, regardless of the circumstances. That is why whenever I want to achieve something, I won’t give up if I don’t get the result I wanted.