The Path To Perfection Novels & Stories

"You know, those days with you were the worst of my life. I wish I knew you were this wicked, Elena." Elena smirked. "You brought out the beast in me, love. They say, 'Don't underestimate darkness' allure; even pure hearts are drawn to it.'All thanks to you." Alan begged nervously, "Today's a happy day; don't ruin it. Let's reschedule. I'll meet you, give you whatever you want." Elena laughed, raising her hands. "What more could I ask for? Check the news, Alan. It'll clarify things."

“If you keep going down this path, I won’t protect you.” “Protect me from what?” Ava asked raising her voice. “From yourself,” Evelyn said, her words firm. “You’re blinded by the opportunity to prove me wrong. But all you’re doing is proving you’re reckless. Roman Devereux will ruin you, Ava. Just like his father ruined himself.” Evelyn hung up before Ava were able to respond The next day, Ava sat in her office, the weight of the talk still pressing on her. Clara entered, holding a tablet.

We need unique principles to navigate this world, so I am sharing this wisdom with you. It is never too late—or too early—to become who you want to be. There’s no clock ticking down; you can pause whenever you need. Define your path to success, but remember that it is your job to achieve success. Take my wisdom, use it wisely, and grab every chance. I hope this mission leads you to a life you can be proud of. If challenges come, find the courage to continue with the mission. The way I'm forging ahead, even in my current condition.

It was done, and it was perfect. THE END

Inner Devil: ‘Oh, we’re just getting started—Ahhh! Freya locked up her thoughts again. “I think I have given you too much freedom. Back to the cage! I’ll prove to you that there is a perfect man out there for me, and it doesn’t have to be Kenneth! Besides, he isn’t that perfect! He also has flaws!” Inner Devil 2: ‘I bet his flaws are perfect.’

Claire threw her arms around me, overjoyed. She cried out, "Thank goodness, Louis. You're finally awake! If you didn't make it, I wouldn't want to live either. I don't care that my legs are paralyzed. As long as I could save you, nothing else matters." In the face of disaster, people were usually selfish, yet Claire had sacrificed her legs for me, and the media praised her selfless true love endlessly. Later, to inspire hope and prove that love still existed in the world, Claire was even chosen as one of the winners for that year's National Inspiration Awards.

As I complete my words the whole crowd makes a path for Janice to walk her way towards me. Janice steps on the path made for her and poses as if she's a model. She is wearing an aqua blue sports bra and black short shorts with black trainers. I squint my eyes on her outfit, not understanding why she even needs them as she barely comes to training ever since I became the trainer. My eyes stop at her sea-green eyes which are throwing daggers at me and I hold back a snort. She smirks while walking slowly towards me, making sure her blonde ponytail sways with her hips. At last, I can't hold back myself anymore and state with sarcasm dripping from my words. "Janice, I'm sure, I said I want you to

Being semi-famous is annoying sometimes. I also have no desire to make out with Hunter anymore. Hunter is part of my Model Perfect image, we are a package deal. It's unfortunate for me, that Aftershock has a partnership with Model Perfect. We are the 'it couple' and if there is a slip up the partnership is over. Would that be such a bad thing?

Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.

The sound is sharp and wild and completely unafraid. Theo turns toward her, irritation flickering for the first time. “You find this amusing.” She straightens, rolling her shoulders back, silver light pulsing faintly beneath her skin. “You always forget the same thing,” she says. “Every time you talk about perfection.” Theo watches her closely now. “And what is that.” “That perfection includes the will to choose,” she replies. “Even if the choice is death.” Before anyone can react, she moves. I barely see it happen.