Perfectionist Characters Novels & Stories

Cheating is a character that is very difficult to change ~~~~ Allena had been daydreaming, she was still thinking about Bryan. Their long-standing relationship makes Allena still feel unwilling if the relationship she is proud of all this time ends up just like that. She still misses you Bryan, Allena still needs his hug, but she doesn't want to be a stupid woman accepting an affair. Even though Allena is very busy with Bryan, she does not accept that it is an affair, because she knows that infidelity is the nature of a person and it is very difficult to change.

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?”

“You don’t seem like the perfect choice for Ava.” I turned to her, arching a brow. “And what does that mean?” She shrugged. “She’s… steady. She cares about things that aren’t measured in numbers or power. And you… well, you like control.” Andrew snorted. “In other words, she’s not the type to just fall into your world and let you have your way.” Something in me bristled at that. Janice continued, her voice softer this time. “But love isn’t about perfection, Logan. It never is. If you want her, you have to accept that first.”

Some times, it's just good to be deluded of the real things. "I can't pick between the two but I'm naturally more inclined towards John Green's book." She scoffed and that confirmed the fact that she probably dislike John Green. "That man! He killed two of my favorite characters, it's hard to like him." And I burst into laughter when I realized what she meant by that. "There are writers that kill more characters than him." She twitched the corners of her lips, obviously not buying that and for a moment, I paused. Obviously because of how adorable she looked at that moment, right?

Dad said while laughing. I laugh too, “So all that you said is just drama to scare her?” “Of Course Baby. How can I live without you mom she’s my life and everything too like Shane to your heart. I just want her to realize that she’s not perfect at all.” “You are my idol Dad! I love you and thank you.” I hugged my dad tightly and he returned the favor and caressed my hair like a child.

But it looks like Vicky wasn't really that angry toward the detective, she thought for sure that he would lash at her like usual but he didn't. Despite Vicky's daringness and attention, Vicky likes to criticize people and when he does it, he never holds back. Even though he thought of that person as a best friend or family. That's just the kind of person Vicky is, he's diligent, hardworking, and hard to satisfy. His perfectionism was mostly the cause of our conflicts and his conflicts with others, which is why he had lots of acquaintances and yet no less close friends. People only care about the fact that Vicky is the son of a famous judge.

"A constant struggle to be perfect and always feeling like I'm not enough, a nightmare of hearing him defile Mom every night and pretending like I don't hear a thing, killing innocent people and constantly lying to my mom about it." "Is that why you always want to be perfect?" She asked, her voice soft. "No." I said instantly before realising that it might have stemmed from there. "Maybe. It's just...it's drilled into my head ever since I can remember. That an Alpha cannot be anything less than perfect. That’s why I always hold myself to such a high regard, I disappoint myself before anyone else like that and it helps me become better. It's a constant pressure but truthfully, it's challengin

Because, he was the one who committed them, so who would know them better than himself? He sighed and asked her to continue reading. Next card read: You know, I thought I'm the best. That I'm unbeatable... Next card: That there's nothing I can't do. Next card: I've started to believe that I'm perfect. Next card: I thought I've mastered the art of perfection. Next card: But I only had an inflated sense of myself. Guess, I'm not that perfect. Next card: In fact, I'm one extremely flawed human being.

It was moments like these when I remembered how many people used to say that I'm not normal… or rather one person in particular used to tell me that but I couldn't remember who it was… it was just a voice roaming in my head from time to time. Savaş's expression hardened at hearing my words. "Fuck whoever told you that and if you have a name then by all means give it to me so I could kill them because to me, perfection doesn't exist because you are already way past perfection… you are on a whole other level of perfectionist, Cressida." I smiled at him because how could he turn every negative thing in my life into something better and more positive just by words. "Fuck don't give me those eyes

He'd stopped mentioning it. Some things were allowed to be imperfect. Some things were allowed to be his. This was a lesson that had taken him longer than he wanted to admit. He was a perfectionist—not in the casual way that people used the word, but in the actual way, the way that meant the gap between what he could imagine and what he could execute was a source of constant low-grade frustration. He had spent years trying to close that gap, trying to make the thing he made match the thing he imagined, trying to eliminate the distance between vision and reality.