Pure Perfection Novels & Stories

I said in a bored tone, watching her tremble a bit at the harshness of my voice. She snapped her finger in my face, taking a step closer as her eyes filled with anger. “Hey Mister whatever you call yourself. Clearly you think you're some kind of hero for coming when you did but that doesn't give you any right to assume things like that. If you're just going to judge someone based on the ten seconds that you've met them, then guess what I think. I think you're an egotistical human that thinks he's some kind of saviour and the world should be at his mercy. Why? Because apparently you…” she stopped abruptly and the next thing I knew, I heard a loud retching sound and I felt something wet seepin

“All of it… every lesson, every step… it’s complete here.” “Yes,” the other responds, eyes meeting, full of calm certainty. “Not because it is perfect. Not because it is without flaw. But because it is ours. And we’ve lived it fully, consciously, and together.” This exchange captures the heart of the final chapter: completeness not in perfection, but in presence; not in certainty, but in awareness; not in endings, but in the conscious acknowledgment of a journey fully lived.

“Studies, sports, cooking, music, arts, dances, management, martial arts, and so on— there’s not a single thing this academy is able to teach her. She was just this perfect. The teachers can’t do anything but to follow the scheduled lessons, it’d be pretty pointless anyway. Adding her appearance, simply put— she’s the most perfect being in this academy.” …Most perfect being. Wow. Should I see this as an exaggeration or not? If it’s a being closest to perfect, then I’d agree with it— not with the most perfect being. No one in this world is perfect except the God of Creation itself. Not even the angels, not even the celestial gods, not even the twelve apostles. Anyways… I don’t think Persia’s

◇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

"Go to the... unmapped... find the... lilies..." Lyra looked at her mate—the man who had unwove his soul to save their son—and realized that the "Clean Room" was winning because it was offering them a world without pain. It was offering them a reality where the rejection never happened, where the silver-poisoning was just a bad dream, and where they were "perfect" together. But perfection was a lie. "I don't want to be clean, Silas!" Lyra roared, her sapphire eyes turning a solid, glowing violet.

"I'll search every territory. Every forest. Every garden. I'll find them. This has to be perfect. Has to be beautiful. Has to be everything." The intensity worried me. The desperation underneath. The need for control. For perfection. For something to go right when everything else went wrong. "Kira," I said gently. After meeting. Pulling her aside. "You don't have to make this perfect. Don't have to control everything. It'll be beautiful regardless. Just us being together. Just celebrating love. That's enough. That's already perfect." "No," she said. Voice sharp. Eyes too bright. "It has to be perfect. Because what if what if this is last beautiful thing? Last celebration before everything en

“You have not achieved Balance. You have achieved paralysis. Balance is a dynamic state. A dance. What you have here is… a held breath.” Lyra smiled, a small, bloodless curve of her lips. “A breath held in perfect peace. Is that not preferable to the gasping, struggling breath of a chaotic existence? Come. Let me show you.” She led them through the silent city. The people they passed did not look at them. Their eyes were unfocused, their minds seemingly turned inward, basking in the constant, perfect note. They entered a vast, circular building—the Conservatory. In the center, on a pedestal of clear crystal, hovered the source of the Perfect Note. It was a large, flawless diamond, and from i

“I’ve got no idea… What kind of perfection?” “They can produce the music which is absolutely perfect, which is very special, harmonious, melodious, and which can’t be found and can’t be heard in anywhere else in the world. Should you not believe in what I say, you can give it a try… I’ve ever heard that Crudus’ violins won’t produce any sound if they’re played by two people with no love to each other. However, if you ask two people – they can be anybody – with their deep love and sincerity to each other – to play the violins, they can produce the perfect, harmonious as well as the melodious music which can’t be found and can’t be heard in anywhere else in the world…”

’ I could feel Asher drooling in my head as he said this. Slowly she turned and my eyes traveled up her bottom. Her almost white hair was swept up perfectly on top of her head where more water like trinkets trickled when she came full face I saw her pouty lips. Her eyes were closed. There was a mark above her left breast. ‘She is Pure! Just like us!’ Asher whined. My eyes kept traveling, her breasts were large but just right on her body you could really see her hour glass figure. A thigh high slit went up her dress and it took everything in me to not pop a hard on right there. Her hands traveled down as she kept moving to the music.

"Oh, of course! But you know what we mean. The perfect kind of love." I let out a small laugh, swirling my wine glass as I looked down. Perfect? No, Daniel and I weren’t perfect. But we were steady. We were right for each other in a way that made sense. There were no over-the-top gestures, no whirlwind passion that burned too bright and faded too fast. Just quiet companionship and reliability. That was enough. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.