The Path To Perfection Novels & Stories

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.

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.

A creek bed with cobbles turned sideways channeled water from the gutter, enhancing the look of rushing water. I walked and followed the smoothened cobblestone pathway, probably leading me to the seashore because the footpath had ended, and its edge was almost covered by white powder-like sand. I sat, resting my chin on the knees and scooping the fine sand, and letting some grains escape from my hand. The remaining sand on my palm reminded me of myself, trying to stay on to things I shouldn’t. “Tara!” I heard Blake’s voice the first time. It was undeniable that my heart leaped with joy hearing his voice, but it also felt the unbearable pain of seeing him.

“I question the old man, and he studies me in silence. “If you do, then you would understand why I'm here. “I reply, and he shuts his eyes and inhales deeply. “You really want to be perfect, huh? “He questions and I stare at him in silence. “I believe you've heard the saying, beauty is pain. How much pain are you willing to go through, and how beautiful do you want to be? How hungry are you for perfection? “He questions, and I scoff. “ I'd bear any amount of pain to shut my Aunt up. To be a god who would stun everyone, and be mindlessly worshiped. I'm not hungry for perfection, I'm starved for it, and I'd go to any length to attain it. “I reply. Burning as the occurrence from the party repla

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

I am not a nun, and even the priest would agree with me. Right now, I am in the potter's stage. I am in the workshop, waiting to be molded and transformed into a strong and prosperous person. I have goals, and I will never abandon them for anything in the world. I will get rid of that damn demon of inertia. The one who has something, strives for it. "Oh, I've arrived!" I enter the apartment with the key that Dolores gave me, carefully closing the door, as I don't want to startle her. She must have been scared to death.

How can someone like me, with so many flaws and making so many mistakes, have powerful beings declaring their love for me? "Hope, you are perfect in your imperfection." Kaiden's voice echoed, as he traced the design of the rose bushes on my face, down to the curve of my neck. "I'm not talking about your physical scars... You who always say you wish you were born human so you could have the power to choose your path... But you're perfect, you have as many flaws as any human I've ever met. Between powers and struggles beyond comprehension, you still care for those you love, cry for them, despair..."

I must make sure I seduce Jayden in anyway I can and make him fall in love with me. I stood up from my bed as removed my cloth as I walked into the bathroom, I was immediately struck by how well designed it was. The tiles were a beautiful shade of blue, and they were arranged in a way that created a mesmerizing pattern on the floor. The walls were painted a calming white, and there were several framed art pieces hanging on them, adding a touch of sophistication to the room.

I noticed everyone's attention shift towards a particular direction, as two burly men cleared a path as if someone important was approaching. I followed their gaze and looked up. "Ms., please make way," One of the men said to me, but his words barely registered. I was frozen in place, captivated by the sight before me. Everything suddenly fell into place. It all made sense why I had been accepted so easily. "Make way, Ms.," the man repeated, gently nudging me aside. But I barely noticed ‘cause all I could do was stare at the man who was approaching. All I could do was stare at Justin Mount.

“Keep your eyes on me,” I never knew what perfection was like. But this right here, right now, it might just be it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * TAYA’s POV :