Pure Pefection Novels & Stories

“I question the old man, and he studies me in silence. “If you do, then you would understand why I'm here. “I reply, and he shuts his eyes and inhales deeply. “You really want to be perfect, huh? “He questions and I stare at him in silence. “I believe you've heard the saying, beauty is pain. How much pain are you willing to go through, and how beautiful do you want to be? How hungry are you for perfection? “He questions, and I scoff. “ I'd bear any amount of pain to shut my Aunt up. To be a god who would stun everyone, and be mindlessly worshiped. I'm not hungry for perfection, I'm starved for it, and I'd go to any length to attain it. “I reply. Burning as the occurrence from the party repla

I said. "Humph. I don't think you know the meaning of perfection. Perfection is love. It's sex. It's the relieve you get after coming back from a stressful work. Good sex is perfection. And there are no sexual desires without me. Imagine there were no sexual desires, this world would have been a boring place for all ye mortals." He paused, then eyed Artemis wearily,

◇NO POV◇ As usual dhruv wokeup early and completed his gym works the way sweat is dripping from his abs the eight pack he is having can make any girl to gawk at him for years without getting bored the sweat making him to shine like greekgod he is man of girl's dream and boy's role model he is way perfect in everything a perfect businessman, perfect son, perfect friend but the thing unknown is this perfection freak's perfect wife he got freshup and came down he seen his mom whining about his marriage again he knows it's his daily routine he cant change his mom at the sametime he can't change himself

He clutched my cheeks, pulling my face close to him. "There's no perfect girl in this world, not even good girls. And you're different. My sly baby vixen, you're different from all. It doesn't make you bad, it makes you imperfect. A pure soul with an imperfect lifestyle. And you deserve someone imperfect still best for you", he locked my hairs behind the ear while I was hearing his words. He was so good at making me feel the best with his words, his actions and everything he had. Sometimes it makes me wonder if he was real.

D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶G̶a̶r̶y̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶y̶o̶n̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ I need to be alone Please don't look for me It's better I̶'̶m̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ this way I'm so sorry — Rowena Things needed to be kept brief. There was no time to say anything else. She had to get out before the others woke up. Or else she would never get to walk away. It was now or never.

she said all of a sudden , her eyes softened as she looked at me " I know what you are thinking , but don't think it like that , hurting someone is a part of being together with someone " " I'm afraid , I couldn't follow that " She laughed leading us towards the bar , where they were serving alcohol " you believe that love is perfect isn't it ? I did too until my parents well - you know fell apart , my mother always said that they were soulmates , she believed in those perfect fairy tales , and imparted the same to her daughters ." She paused , swirling her drink in her hand " before meeting you , I thought the same , all I wanted was a perfect life , a perfect soulmate - you know the one

I breathed deep, steady, and let every truth I carried rise up bright and warm inside me. "You were born when people began to believe that power must be pure. That strength must be perfect. That anything hard or painful or dark must be cut away or locked out. But they were wrong. Perfection is not wholeness. Wholeness means carrying everything — light and dark, joy and sorrow, strength and weakness — and choosing good anyway. Choosing love anyway. Choosing to build anyway." I lifted my hands, palms open toward the dark mass, not pushing or pulling, only offering.

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

The tenth time my parents flew more than six thousand miles to meet their future son-in-law, Nathaniel Prescott refused to show up. He ignored my calls and never replied to any messages. After God knew how many cups of coffee, I received an update from my best friend, Isla Monroe. Eight photos of snowy scenery surrounded a picture of two intertwined hands. The caption read: “Check-in number ten. He's perfect in every way.” My fingers curled into tight fists. It took twenty-seven calls before Nathaniel finally answered. “Where are you?” Howling wind rushed through the phone, followed by his distracted voice. “Out. What’s up?” “What’s up? This is the tenth time! My parents flew all

"Even his body isn’t perfect. Filled with scars and wounds." His words were gentle. Too gentle. I gulped as my gaze fixed on my knees, the fabric of my pants blurred beneath the weight of my thoughts. It’s okay. It’s okay. "Being perfect doesn’t mean it has to be flawless. Perfection is a shattered mirror—broken in places, but still reflecting a flawless image if you know where to stand." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "So, please don’t talk like this about Ace," I added, my voice quieter, my stare still locked onto my trembling knees.