Pursuit To Perfection Novels & Stories

I grabbed her hands and held them to my chest, “if you try, I’ll try. Okay? Let’s not let our past dictate our future. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of wanting after someone I can’t have. Wouldn’t it be nice to just want each other and be happy?” She thought it over before she nodded. Anne and I were going to give each other an honest try this time around. After all, fate wants us to be together. Who were we to oppose fate? Zepher’s POV Marie followed me around like a lost puppy and I was waiting for the man from the bar the other day to show back up so I could have a word with him. However, it seemed like he wasn’t going to show any time soon and I wanted to get things moving quicke

But for Lilia, none of that mattered. Her eyes were fixed on the painting—the last item of the night. "Horizon’s Lament," a masterpiece by Elian Devereux, the last work from the renowned artist before his untimely death. She had spent months studying it—memorizing every brushstroke, tracing the artist's intentions in catalog prints, and immersing herself in its history. This was more than just a painting. It was her last connection to something pure, something untouchable. And tonight, she was determined to win it.

There's no denying that fact. "I love you, Mateo," I whispered against his lips and he clenched his jaw before pecking my lips. "Then why do you make me feel like- my love for you will always be a futile pursuit?" He asked me and I shook my head at him. "It's not. You know it's not. No matter what I do or say you will always hold my heart. You're the only man I will ever love like this." I uttered against his lips, and he slowly slid out of me before he lay down next to me. I gently rested my head on his chest, our legs tangled between the sheets.

But eventually, he would always break down in tears. "Zora, I was wrong. If you could just look at me one last time…" he choked. "Or should I come find you?" Just like that, he drove a silver dagger deep into his chest. The pain was excruciating, but he held it in and reached out to stroke my face. "Zora, can you wait for me?" "I'm sorry… I won't wait for you," I thought. "And if there's a next life, I never want to see you again."

He flung the papers at her. She bent down to pick them up, her hands trembling. Her stomach churned as hunger scraped at the sides of her stomach. A tiny glint of hope was rising in her… maybe it wasn't over. Maybe there was actually something to fight for. She had grown to become who she was from passing through hell, and there was no way she was going to let these hungry, ungrateful leeches take her hard work away from her without a fight.

I added quietly, “it’s ours. Not Dad’s. Not the press’s. Not the world’s. And if we want to keep it that way, we have to be perfect. No mistakes. No hesitation.” Jay swallowed again and nodded. “Then we’ll be perfect.” I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to. But deep down, I knew perfection wasn’t in our nature especially not his. Which meant I had to be twice as sharp, twice as ruthless. Because one slip, one crack in the story… and everything would come crashing down. And I wasn’t going to let that happen. Jay gave a short, humorless laugh, as if trying to lighten the heaviness in the air.

A person who carries weight but isn't crushed by it. It's not perfection. But after three years of learning to live with what I did, I've finally realized perfection was never the goal. The goal was integration. Weaving all the pieces—the good, the terrible, the heroic, the monstrous—into a whole person who can move forward. And somehow, impossibly, I'm doing it. I'm doing it.

I was more than sure that I don’t want this but after witnessing and analyzing everything, I doubt myself. Ever since I have come to this dilemma, Adrian is barely present in my head. I know he is hell bent on finding our mate and so am I, but there are so many things that are on stake and I can’t just be obstinate about this. I surely have lived up to this day, to find my mate someday, cherish her, love her, have a family with her and create beautiful memories but can you blame me if my patience is running thin. Also, I can’t be reckless and let things unfold themselves.

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.

I grabbed onto my bed sheets and shut my eyes. "You're wet for me baby," he teased softly and in a voice that made me even wetter than I already was. I shivered as I released my hold on the sheets and moved my hands underneath his shirt, removing it and taking in his perfect fit. Why everything about this man has to be so damn perfect?