Pursuit To Perfection Novels & Stories

"I hope and pray that you are the one I will wait for to walk down the aisle." "I adore you." "I want you to be my own, my priceless." "I want you to be that special woman in my life." He paused but continued. "I know I'm not meant to be telling you this now because we have to catch the person that hurt your parents, but I can't help my feelings anymore." "I want us to get the person together." "I want it to be you and I against the world." "I would never hurt you or think of replacing you."

Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance. Two beautiful wings is perfection. There is a

Charlotte furrows her brows. "More or less.." Lane answers. "You can say they both serve the same purpose. Optimum Success.." "Optimum..?" she mumbles in confusion. "That's right!" he chuckles. "Cooper's original goal is to introduce a patch of graduates who will lead perfect lives in the next 2 years." Lead perfect lives?! I wonder what type of hallucinogen he's on. "Don't you think that's a tinnsy bit impossible?" I ask. "This is more of an ideal than a goal."

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

he said, voice like ice sliding through steel. “I wanted to make sure everything was perfect,” Elena replied, forcing calm. “The figures weren’t aligning last night. I corrected them.” He finally turned—and the sharpness in his eyes softened for a heartbeat before hardening again. “Perfection,” he repeated. “You keep chasing it, Elena, but perfection doesn’t save people. It destroys them.” Her breath caught. “Then why do you live for it?” A silence stretched between them, thick with the things neither dared to say. Then he walked toward her, each step deliberate. “Because I can’t afford to fail again.”

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

He asked rubbing his well shaped nose on Adele cheeks before he moved towards her ear and whispered. “Because you are my fated perfection” he whispered before he looked at her green eyes which turned teary. That’s the first time anyone ever told her words to make her important. Gently Harden took her lips again, this time so slowly but full of wants, Adele gave him back the energy, all the time she wanted so bad to have him it’s here so she let herself free, free from not just her desire but also her life and the world happening around her……

* “I wanted to save everyone. Fix everything. Build a perfect world.” *Perfection is an illusion. You build better, not perfect. You create opportunities, not guarantees. And you remember that progress is measured in generations, not months. The work you do today plants seeds that may not flower for decades. That is how worlds change. Slowly. Painfully. Imperfectionally.* The presence faded, but I felt lighter. Less burdened by expectations of immediate perfection. I could not save everyone. Could not fix everything. But I could keep trying, keep building, keep planting seeds of better futures.

Hale tilted his head slightly. “I know it is.” Luca stepped forward. Not aggressive. Not reckless. But ready. “You built everything around that belief,” Luca said. Hale’s gaze flicked to him. “And it worked.” A pause. “Until you.” Silence. Because that Was the truth. Damon exhaled slowly. “Then maybe it was never perfect.” Hale didn’t look at him. Not yet. “Perfection isn’t the goal,” he said. Elara’s voice cut in.

it said. “For what?” I demanded, anger finally rising strong enough to cut through the fear. “For completion.” The word echoed in my mind. Completion. My stomach twisted. “You think turning everyone into this,this thing is completion?” I said, my voice shaking. “Individuality creates instability,” it replied. “Unity creates perfection.” “No,” I said immediately. “That’s not unity. That’s control.” The figure tilted its head. “Distinction irrelevant.” My fists clenched. “That’s where you’re wrong,” I said.