Pure Perfection Novels & Stories

The sunset melted into the ocean, soft and golden. “why do you love me? ” she asked suddenly, her voice small. Chase chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Because you're perfect.” Perfect. There it was again. That word, like a knife laced in honey. Her smile faded slightly. “And if I wasn't perfect?” she asked softly “would you still love me?” He laughed, not realizing the weight of her words. “well then, I'd have to tarde you in. ” Her body stiffened just a little.

I asked. "Yeah, go ahead Rox, open it," he urged and I pried the lid off the box. I squealed and bounced up and down. Inside was a beautiful necklace with a bone pendant that had been carved into a howling wolf. There were small violet crystals for the eyes and the chain was gleaming black metal.

It's still bad, but at least he has some human decency towards our sister. Ashton Nord is the last one. And he's my favorite out of my brother's whole posse, if I'm being honest. He's pretty sweet, has morals and is kinda handsome, not gonna lie. Although, he basically is a walking god like the rest of them, but he doesn't take advantage of that by using it to lure girls in. No, like I said, Ashton is the only one with morals. But he's also really quiet and quite scary. I would make the argument to say that he can be the scariest out of all of them.

“You did. Thank you for your assistance. I’ll reward you when we’re in private.” Sebastian smirked at him and Edward realised how his words had sounded. He nudged Sebastian hard in the side. “I didn’t mean anything dirty,” he protested. “It can be dirty,” Sebastian said with a smug grin. “I would like that.” “You would,” Edward sighed. He was feeling very tired now and he slouched in the chair. Keeping a perfect posture was surprisingly tiring. His boyfriend poked him. “You really do need to work on your posture,” he said. “The more you practise, the easier it will get.”

I must make sure I seduce Jayden in anyway I can and make him fall in love with me. I stood up from my bed as removed my cloth as I walked into the bathroom, I was immediately struck by how well designed it was. The tiles were a beautiful shade of blue, and they were arranged in a way that created a mesmerizing pattern on the floor. The walls were painted a calming white, and there were several framed art pieces hanging on them, adding a touch of sophistication to the room.

The place was decorated exquisitely and romantically, with soft lighting and gentle music drifting through the air. Celina sat next to Leo, holding a violin in her hands, while Leo sat at the piano, his fingers gliding across the keys. Their music intertwined seamlessly, as if they were meant to be. Their gazes met from time to time, filled with an unspoken understanding and tenderness, as if the rest of the world didn't exist and only the two of them remained. Applause rose around them, and people murmured in admiration. "They're both so talented. What a perfect pair!"

“Because God is doing it for me. He’s in Malawi, a shell of himself. That’s enough.” “You have made everyone believe you are this perfect man who always kept his hands clean, who’s forgiving. But I see it now. You don’t have clean hands. You just hide the dirt better than anyone else.” “Ok Judith, what now?” Judith paused. “How do you sleep without yourself?” “Like a baby. We are not going to have problems, right?“ “You need help.” He hung up and returned to the altar. Seemah walked down in a bridesmaid dress. Their eyes met and she blushed standing onto the other side.

" I lied. I didn't tell him that in that moment under the chandelier, what I actually thought was, 'What a shame. I haven’t even had the chance to enjoy life yet.' Sure enough, Ethan’s head dropped, overcome with shame. Convinced he loved me, he drowned in regret for everything he had done. I soothed him gently, "The past was over, and we should part on good terms." Nevertheless, Ethan clung desperately to the idea of keeping me. He dragged his injured leg just to buy me my favorite chicken pot pie. However, my long-time habit of eating too fast left me with a painful ulcer in my mouth. He brought me a bright yellow designer purse in the shade I’d once adored. Now, just the sight of it sent

I understood the command and hastened to comply with the orders. This little mind is a treasure, and I am sure she will become a beautiful woman when she grows up. With a soothing music vibration filling the room, I regained my original position on the bed and lay on my belly, gawking at the screen. “Mom, why would he want to find a perfect girl?” And there, my angel clicked something inside me. I gave her a flying kiss to give me something to write on. Perfection is an illusion; it’s a metaphor to recreate your expectations in a human form. It is okay to search for the one, but the question was, would you be able to fulfill her requirement of perfection?

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le