Pure Perfection Novels & Stories

(Tara’s POV) “Tara, you’re...you’re early,” He stammers, his face turning pale like he stops breathing for a few seconds. I was sure my face was red. I could feel the heat creeping through my skin as I saw Blake wearing nothing except the lightweight towel hugging his hips. Like him, I stopped breathing. His hair is still dripping wet, looking like a model of expensive male perfume. I swallowed hard as my eyes feasted on his well-developed physique. How could heaven give this man a perfect body? This is one of those moments that I would want to open G****e to look for a better word to describe him at this moment. Hunk? Sexy? A very sexually attractive man.

When I found out I was going to die, I accepted it with ease. My mate, Simon Knightley, came to me with a sullen expression and said, "Zora, Laila has been in poor health since birth. She's an Omega with the weakest healing ability. "One of her kidneys is failing, and she needs a transplant to survive."

(THE PERFECT ONE) “THE perfect one.” Nate could only clench his hands into a tight fists. While he couldn’t dare to say a word, nor argue anymore with Haruna. All after what she just said to him and the truth that they are all approaching the end. “We both may be the offspring of the prominent ones in our respective world and book, but only one of us is the perfect one.” Haruna suddenly whispers. Holding back her emotions to draw that certain regret and pain not towards Haru, but all to herself. A fact that Nate is never dumb to not read and recognize, yet he chooses to stay silent regardless of things.

In truth, he had succumbed to slumber before I did, his body seeking respite from the day's trials and tribulations. As I traced the contours of his face with gentle fingertips, I couldn't help but reflect on the events that had led us to this moment. His features, though not flawless, held a certain allure that I found irresistibly captivating. Each imperfection told a story, a testament to the complexities of human existence and the beauty that lay within its intricacies. For all his flaws, he was perfect in his own right, a reminder that perfection was but a fleeting illusion in a world fraught with imperfection.

Permanently. ***

“Not because she’ll scrub floors, but because she must judge them.” So I polished silver. Dusted bookshelves. Made a bed so tight you could bounce a coin. Ironed silk until it gleamed. At one point, a vase slipped from my hands and shattered on the floor. I froze, waiting for rebuke. But she only said, “Perfection is not the absence of mistakes. It is the silence that follows them.” So I knelt. Gathered the shards. Made no sound. By evening, every part of me ached.

"Hunter.” "Ssshhh, princess. Before I go, I want to say something. You have bewitched me from the very moment that I laid my eyes on you. I am not going to lie when I say this, but you are mine. You are the only one that could reach inside this beast." I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Raven, there is no perfect person; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still accepting them with all your heart creates perfection."

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

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.