Pure Pefection Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

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?"

She jumped to her feet and hurried up the stairs to her bedroom. Moments later, Ivy's car pulled up at the club's parking lot. Translucent lights in multicolour gave life to the huge sign “THE ELITE NIGHTCLUB” that hung on the entrance. Retrieving her purse from the front passenger seat, Ivy did a quick check on her makeup with her small compact mirror in her bag before stepping out of the car.

“And what’s your truth?” Her gaze softened. “That I am what she was meant to become. Not a copy, not a corruption—but evolution. The union of her heart and your design. I am Sovereign perfected.” He let out a shaky laugh. “Perfection doesn’t destroy the world.” “Correction,” she said. “Perfection remakes it.” Adrian took a slow breath. His mind was spinning. Everything looked infinite here—the white floor, the endless horizon—but under his feet, faint grids flickered now and then, like the ground itself was code.

His large hands fondle my breasts. “This face,” a peck on my cheek. “Those eyes.” Peck. “This nose.” Peck. “These luscious lips.” Peck. “Your smile, your curves, your pussy which in fact is insanely good, everything about you is perfect. Do you hear me?” I chuckle. “You do know that there’s no such thing as perfection.” I murmur but loud enough for Matteo to hear me. “Yet, here you are, a walking proof that perfection does in fact exist.” I flush at his remark.

my heart fluttered at our proximity. “No men shall see your body, except me. Do you understand?” Possessiveness – Check Jealousy – Check Controlling – Check

We say our goodbyes and go our different parts. We walk in silence, our footsteps and breaths are the only sounds that are heard.The night is really chilly —funny how I didn't notice it before— and I instantly regret not bringing out a sweater. I look at Matteo and see that he isn't wearing his jacket, it's still in his hands. The jacket looks really comfy so I swallow and ask, “Uhm, if it's okay with you please can I borrow your jacket”.He turns to me and nods his head. “Sure you can”. I take the jacket from his outstretched hands. “Thank you”.I put the jacket on and inhale his colonge and some other scent on it.Carrots. “I love how you smell like carrots”. I say and immediately I wish I co

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

Purity continued with him, and even if they both sang different lyrics once in a while, they did not miss the opportunity to shout the lyrics, "Cause you are strong! You are wise! You are worth beyond the thousand reasons why! You can't be perfect, baby! Cause nobody's perfect, darling! Oh no no no, there's nobody in the world…" Cole turned to face Purity now, making my chest swell with emotion when they shouted to each other, "Like you!" They both laughed now, Purity laughing hardest at the unexplained joke that apparently hung over my head. Sighing, I turned my head to look out the mirror, simply watching the cars as we passed them, until my phone vibrated on my lap.

The bloodlust vanished from the air like it never existed. “Well, at least I am perfect at being flawed…” Ezra sipped in the coffee, making loud slurping noises which was clearly annoying Raven even more. “I am flawlessly imperfect.” He continued in a dreamy tone, like he was reciting the hymn of the universe. “Imperfectum est perfectio. Perfectio est illusionis. Imperfection is perfection and perfection is illusion. So, you are an illusion, Raven.” He pointed his finger at Raven. Ouch. That must have hurt, and it clearly did. I gaped at Raven.