The Path To Perfection Novels & Stories

--- “Because I believe it.” She held his gaze. --- “And if you’re wrong?” --- Silence. --- Because that— That was the real question. --- Not hope. Not intention. --- Reality. --- --- Adrian didn’t look away. --- “Then we deal with it,” he said. --- Her brows pulled together slightly. --- “That’s not a plan.” --- “It is.” --- A pause. --- “It’s just not a perfect one.” --- --- Something in her chest shifted. --- Because perfection— Perfection had never been real.

“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.

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.

"There. Now get the hell out!" With my goal achieved, I turned without a moment’s hesitation. Alas, fate had other plans. The massive chandelier above came crashing down straight toward me. Terror froze me in place. My mind screamed at me to run, but my body betrayed me, rooted to the spot. In that moment, I saw it—the smug curve of Victoria’s lips, the glint of malice in her eyes. Time slowed. The crystal chandelier was about to smash into me. Then, suddenly, someone shoved me hard.

Please believe that if I had a choice, I would trade everything for the chance to watch you grow up. Love, Mommy.] Candice cried all night long. The next day, she went to Kathleen's grave and, with genuine sincerity for the first time, said, "Mom, I'm sorry." However, some words came too late, and some love was understood far too late. Just like Kathleen had once predicted—everyone got what they wanted: a perfect and well-behaved Kathleen. However, the price they had to pay was to lose her forever.

“The Omniscience Path?” Yermolai was slightly stunned. Then, he laughed and said, “I never expected you to have comprehended the Omniscience Path. However, there is no end to the Omniscience Path. It’s a Path that can’t be perfected. From my understanding, at most, one can only reach the Omniscience Path’s Third Stage.” Then, he reminded James, “You’re a rare prodigy, James. You’re definitely one that can become the best of the best in any universe. So why do you practice such crooked Paths? Wouldn’t it be better for you to cultivate normal Paths?”

Not weak— No. Unstable. Tiny flickers passed through Cassandra’s expression. Micro-delays. Micro-errors. A god… glitching. “You see it, don’t you?” Ethan said quietly. His voice wasn’t loud. But it carried certainty. “You’re not perfect.” Cassandra tilted her head. Analyzing. Recalculating. Rebuilding. “Perfection,” she said slowly, “is a process.” Her eyes snapped back into focus. “And I am accelerating.” The Human Flaw Ethan didn’t wait.

By logic and by love, our relationship would grow stronger. We still had thousands of things to fix, conversations to finish, wounds to heal and forgive, but knowing perfection didn’t exist, we understood our destiny: twisted times ahead that we would battle together. How had I let him go? How had I drifted so far from him? Maël was one of the best-kept secrets of my life. He was my friend, my team, my lover, my man. And today, nowadays… he is my everything. *** *** *** (EPILOGUE – 1).

“What do you see? Because all I see right now is emptiness.” “Put enough imperfections together and, eventually, you will achieve perfection. But even then, perfection is all about perspective. Maybe you and Ivan and your imperfections will make the kind of perfect you both need.” She cupped my cheeks and kissed the top of my head. “Sit here, drink wine, and I will go and call my pain-in-the-arse twin to make sure he’s not taking a hammer to a door or something.”