Pure Perfection Novels & Stories

Elena's heels glinted in the light, as Maria placed them on the floor in front of Elena. With a gentle movement, Elena lowered her feet into the heels, her toes sliding into the sleek interior. She stood tall, her leg extended as the heel seemed to mould itself to her leg, its glass surface glinting as she moved. Maria's hands went up and down, then came to rest to her sides, her eyes cast downwards as she bowed her head. "You look breathtaking."Maria's lips barely parted, her voice a soft sigh that seemed to dissolve in the air. Elena's gaze met Maria's, a soft smile playing on her lips."Thank you, Maria. You've outdone yourself."

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

“Consistency. No slips. No contradictions. If you say Paris was our first trip together, then Paris it is. If I wear a certain colour and the blogs decide it’s your favourite, then it becomes your favourite. We don’t feed them confusion.” Dante tilted his head, studying me the way a scientist studies an experiment. “And what about feelings?” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Rule Three: There are none. In public, you’re mine. In private, you’re untouchable. Clear?” His eyes flickered, just for a second, something unreadable in them. Then the mask slid back into place. “Crystal.”

I asked, crossing my legs. "Sure, Ms. Perez. I know you expect nothing but perfection and my team is the best in the company. I can assure you that," he stated confidently and I nodded with a smile. "That's convincing. I'll call you if I need anything," I dismissed him and let out a huge sigh, thinking about all the events that unfolded today but more importantly my mind was stuck on a certain pair of grey eyes that kept haunting me since that day at the club. It was supposed to be a one-night whatever like he said and of all places, he had to work here.

because I was full of my own . I knew I wasn't perfect . I knew I would never be enough for someone but hey , you can be as long as you pretend to be the perfect one . And all its gonna cost you will be an eternity in hell , with a forgotten existence and an empty black soul . ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ " Crash her laptop " after a very long pause Conan spoke up again he voice was no where laid back as before , Anna's threat about sending his and her's pictures to Selina had done his magic , the guy was no longer relaxed as before.

****** The Celebration Commences Amelia surveyed the room, her eyes landing on the bride. Catherine was at the heart of the crowd, radiant in a cream-hued evening gown that accentuated her curves. Her golden hair was styled flawlessly, a delicate tiara perched atop her head. She radiated elegance and allure, effortlessly captivating everyone in her vicinity. However, when their eyes met, Catherine’s composed demeanor faltered slightly. For a fleeting moment, a hint of irritation crossed her face, quickly replaced by a saccharine grin.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

“She’s our mate. I had let the most primal instinct take over me in anger and my mind conjured up this image of our mate. Isn’t she the most beautiful female?” His question seemed idiotic to me as my eyes stared at the raw beauty of our mate. “She is the most beautiful and exotic female, I have gotten the pleasure to ever lay my eyes on. Her long brunette hair are so tempting that I want to run my fingers in them, Adie. That smile of hers' would be the death of me, I swear on the goddess.” I reply with my eyes closed.

Not destroying connection, but removing ambiguity between connection types. Rowan looked uneasy. “I just lost a feeling. I still remember it, but it is not… mixed anymore.” Serah frowned. “What does that even mean?” “It used to be two things at once,” he said quietly. “Now it is only one.” Elara’s expression tightened. “It is purifying perception.” The Blood God’s gaze darkened. “And in doing so, it removes depth.” Lucien looked at Evelyn. “This is refinement into simplicity.” She nodded. “And simplicity is easier to control.”

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.”