Pure Pefection Novels & Stories

Natasha: "cut the crap, you know you're so boring so no one is enjoying your story" Peach: "6, 000+ reads and amazing comments says something, you dimwit.(glares hard at Natasha)" Pearl: "that's enough girls, before I forget, on behalf of Penangel and the rest of the imperfection team, we all say thank you for the love and the support so far. We're really grateful" Natasha: "minus me. I'm not included" Author(me): "Nobody wanted you here though, thank you Pearl. Don't forget to click the like button too guys. Thank you so much, angels"

“Of him” Charlie looked away. “Everyone is. You don’t understand the depth of what he’s built. Project Delphinium isn’t just about corporate dominance – it’s about erasing people. Making them Vanish without a trace – without any consequences. He’s done it before. There’s nothing stopping him from doing it again.” “To who?” He didn’t answer. “You’re a part of it,” I said quietly. “You helped him build this.” “I’m trying to take it down,” he whispered. “But if I move wrong, people die. Including Steph – she’s the only one I’ve got, the only family I have left.”

"Please don't be in love with someone else" "Please don't have somebody waiting on you" "Please don't be in love with someone else" "Please don't have somebody waiting on you" "This night is sparkling, don't you let it go" "I'm wonder struck, blushing all the way home" "I'll spend forever wondering if you knew" "This night is flawless, don't you let it go" "I'm wonder struck, dancing around all alone" "I'll spend forever wondering if you knew" "I was enchanted to meet you"

Mary always took everything……everything she owned was supposed to be hers, not Mary’s. So no……she wasn't wrong. She was only taking what belonged to her. She quickly called herself back and closed her eyes, pretending to shake in orgasm as she heard Alfred’s early grunts. He was done already……might as well not have started in the first place. She watched as he strolled to the bathroom and began to shower. Her phone beeped. It was her mother. “How is it going?” A message popped up “Perfect……just perfect” she replied and immediately deleted the message.

Zoey gasped at the show of my power while I just smirked and took off her pants only to be greeted by a lacy maroon red thong. I didn’t bother ripping the thong away and moved a bit back before adjusting myself for the view I wanted. Zoey stared at me with curious eyes while I bought my left hand to her dripping core and moved my finger from her swollen clit to her dripping entrance. Her cum seeped into the thin material as I felt the wetness on my finger while Zoey tried to get away from me. I stopped her and shook my head before taking away all her doubts. “Never doubt your beauty, Zoey. You are the most beautiful female and you don’t need to shy away.”

Ravyn paused and went still, her blue eyes holding an unknown emotion. Sephora continued, "You like it that Joe will never be perfect, that he makes mistakes and he has short-comings in his character - you cherish that. You've come across perfection before, through Vince, and you've experienced what perfection requires - how boring it is, how predictable, how perfection can only take you so far. Joe is far from perfect, you're right. But you know that when he loves, his love is deep and genuine and something that he doesn't just give away lightly. You don't want someone perfect, you want someone that's real."

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le

Another line formed. Slower this time. More deliberate. IT WAS PERFECT Her chest tightened. “Perfect for what?” A flicker. Then— CONTROL The word landed like a weight. Of course. That again. Always that. “You call that perfect?” she asked. No immediate answer. Then— NO CONFLICT NO LOSS NO ERROR Her breath caught. “That’s not perfection,” she said. “That’s absence.” A pause. Longer this time. The glow dimmed slightly— then surged back. Stronger.

My Caspian. And for the first time in forever, I allowed myself believe that perfect wasn’t just a word other people got to use. Perfect was this. Perfect was us.

Maybeeee I am nervous, yup that's it. I stood in front of him as now he has his whole attention at me. He wasn't looking at his phone or anything else but me, and I could feel the weight of it on my skin. “Perfect” That's all he said. Just with one simple word , one simple look Dante lit me up from inside out. Perfect , no matter how hard I tried I never was perfect , nor would I ever be. Still that single word set the cage of butterflies in my stomach free. I tried to avoid the fluttering sensation and put them back in. He is talking about the dress stupid. You have made a deal, it's all fake get it together bitch.