Pure Perfection Novels & Stories

I was lost in the trance of looking at her, her near round face, perfect eyebrows, perfect. Aminah shrieked and she practically flew out of her chair. This babe ehn. She gets wahala, no doubt. They resumed looking at the pictures, Aminah's voice in awe as if the girls in the pictures weren't humans like the rest of us. She'd be surprised to see that their lives ain't all rainbows and sunshine like the pictures on I*******m portray.

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

“Perhaps imperfection is evolution.” The words ripple through the space beyond existence. Not loudly. Not violently. Fundamentally Like reality itself heard the statement And didn’t know how to process it Because perfection had always been the goal. For the system. For the entity evolving within it. Even for this being But now? Something impossible had entered the equation Humanity Theodore stares at the almost-human form “…I’m sorry, but seeing infinity smile is deeply disturbing.” For the first time The being reacts immediately

But it was gone before I could place it. “You’ll adjust,” he said finally, turning back to the window. “Sure.” I should’ve left then, but I didn’t. Something kept me rooted in place, staring at the man who seemed so untouchable yet so completely alone. “You know,” I said softly, “you don’t have to keep everything perfect all the time.” He looked at me then, eyes like blue ice under city lights. “Perfection is control, Sophia. And control is necessary.” “Even in your own home?”

She quickly shifted her focus on the stone to avoid Erebus's gazing. It was a BEAUTIFUL stone. It was in a very simple shape, ordinary even, like how ANY stone you could imagine, yet you cannot really pin it down and say there's anything special about it. It was the PURE definition of a stone. Anything more or less about it, minishes it. It was a stone. It was all stone. The shape was so perfect that every line and curve was JUST right, and you feel pleasure, just by fixing your eye on it.

His large hands fondle my breasts. “This face,” a peck on my cheek. “Those eyes.” Peck. “This nose.” Peck. “These luscious lips.” Peck. “Your smile, your curves, your pussy which in fact is insanely good, everything about you is perfect. Do you hear me?” I chuckle. “You do know that there’s no such thing as perfection.” I murmur but loud enough for Matteo to hear me. “Yet, here you are, a walking proof that perfection does in fact exist.” I flush at his remark.

He began to speak again, his voice quieter now but still clear enough for everyone to hear. “I called this piece Perfection,” he said. “Not because the woman in it is flawless, but because she represents something perfect to me. Something rare. She’s strong, but gentle. She’s been through things, yet she still carries light. To me, she is perfection — not in the way the world defines it, but in the way she exists. She doesn’t have to try. She simply is.” I felt my eyes start to sting.

He was immaculate, devastatingly so, in an all-white suit that seemed to shimmer with an inner luminescence. Every detail, from the crisp lines of the fabric to the way his hair was styled, spoke of a refined elegance that was uniquely his. He was indeed the white spot on the darkness of my world, a stark, luminous contrast to the black abyss I inhabited. My eyes, accustomed to discerning imperfections, found none in him. He was perfect. Utterly, breathtakingly perfect. A faint whisper drifted from Anastasia beside him. “You’re doing fine, Tristan. Just breathe,” she murmured, gently squeezing his arm.

I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Becca, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs." "Josh?"

The curtains were closed after that, and the comments that popped up were all exclaiming in delight. "No wonder Austin's such a popular villain! Did you see how handsome he was in the morning light? Oh my god, I can't breathe properly." "I think I know why that transmigrator left in the end. Do you know how torturous it must have been for her in the past five years? "She had such a handsome man by her side, and yet, she wasn't allowed to touch him. I'd have given up a long time ago if I were her!" "Does anyone have the emoji sticker with the crotch on fire? Send it to me, please. I need it right now."