Pure Pefection Novels & Stories

Permanently. Everything.

Christ, it's even better than I thought it would be...It's perfection, and it's mine. Only mine. I grunt as I bury my inches. The warmth, the softness, the smoothness and perfection consumes me, and I almost blow my load right then and there. I have to clench my teeth along with every other muscle in my body to stop myself from coming. She has no fucking idea what she's doing to me. The perfection she possesses.

Completely ours. That was power. Real power. Only power that mattered. And in three days we'd claim it. Celebrate it. Honor it. Share it. With everyone. With everything. With reality itself. And it would be beautiful. Really beautiful. Perfect in its imperfection. Real in its vulnerability. Everything in its simple existence. Just us. Just love. Just life. Just now. That was everything. Always everything. Forever everything. No matter what came after. No matter what happened next. No matter what.

She'd confess who she was and perhaps see herself the way I see her. Nothing but pure perfection. ----

◇NO POV◇ Anyone will not be blessed with every happiness god makes them to lack atleast onething in their life no matter how rich they're or poor they're But some people never understands what they're lacking or never tries to find it in order to fulfill it because according to them they have everything But people like these when they meet right situation or right person they'll know what exactly they need At the sametime our don have everything rich life, powerful family, handsome features according to world and him but the truth is he also lacks something but he never cares about it though one part of his heart tries to remind him what exactly he needs to survive But he don't have enough t

--- “Because I believe it.” She held his gaze. --- “And if you’re wrong?” --- Silence. --- Because that— That was the real question. --- Not hope. Not intention. --- Reality. --- --- Adrian didn’t look away. --- “Then we deal with it,” he said. --- Her brows pulled together slightly. --- “That’s not a plan.” --- “It is.” --- A pause. --- “It’s just not a perfect one.” --- --- Something in her chest shifted. --- Because perfection— Perfection had never been real.

“They are perfect. This is perfect, my love.” THE END

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.

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

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