Pure Perfection Novels & Stories

He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”

When that day comes, illusion breaks and we have to face the reality. It's better this way. I know where I will be going and what to expect. I look at the man who stood in front of me with a blank look. What is happening? Tears start to swim in my eyes. The person whom I thought is perfect, is not perfect at all. "The idea of perfection is a myth, Angel. No one in this world is perfect. They act like they are. But they are not" he says as if reading my thoughts. Just then a thought occurs in my mind.

Roger hadn't given up on the idea of changing the future and eliminating the serial killer from their lives. He knew about human imperfection and the existence of the matrix where the human lives. There is something worse... An error in human design that puts you at a disadvantage with other terrestrial and non-terrestrial species. When someone affirms in a conversation: "The Human Body is the most perfect machine that has ever been created" the most common reaction of the rest of the people is to totally agree. The Greeks were obsessed with the mathematically perfect body. Unfortunately, for anyone who pursues that ideal, we were not designed by Pygmalion, the mythical sculptor of flawless

(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.

Only strength, flowing through her like a river. "You are not alone," she said, and her voice was not hers alone. It was Victoria’s, Daniel’s, William’s, Marcus’s—the voice of everyone who had fought and hoped. "You are part of us. But you are not all of us. You do not have to be empty. You can choose to be more than what you were made to be." Proto staggered back, its form flickering like a dying bulb. "Lies. Perfection needs nothing. Perfection stands alone."

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."

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.

"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.