The Path To Perfection Novels & Stories

“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 :

The score was neck and neck, they just needed 2 more points to beat the other team and if someone could score the perfect touchdown, it would win the game indefinitely. We all held our breath as the ball was tossed to Avery and he got into position to huck it over the defence line to Aiden who rushed to the other side of the field with blinding speed. It was a perfect pass made by Avery that he caught with ease and went to make a break for it instantly. “Yes, go, Aiden!” I screamed across the field.

They always had. Dante leaned closer, his breath ghosting the shell of my ear. “Sweetheart, I don’t scare easily. And your father just made a mistake.” I turned, startled. “What mistake?” His mouth curved into the faintest smirk, a shadow of something I couldn’t quite name. “He thinks he’s still in control.” And then he walked ahead, perfectly composed, leaving me trailing behind. “Dante! Wait!” I hissed, hurrying to catch up. My heels clicked against the marble, too loud in the suffocating silence of the Montclair estate. He didn’t slow down.

Because I had spent my entire life surviving inside systems that pretended to be perfect institutions, families, organizations, all claiming flawless operation while hiding fundamental flaws. And I knew one truth better than anyone, deeper than any training or conditioning could teach. Perfection doesn't hesitate, not ever. The moment it does, It's already broken, already compromised beyond recovery. I didn't rush toward that weakness immediately, didn't attack the opening with aggressive force. Didn't attack at all in that instant. Because this wasn't about speed anymore, not about who could move fastest or hit hardest. This was about timing, about choosing the exact right moment to exploit

My heart both ached and burned with resentment. Once upon a time, she'd been my whole world—the happiness I'd chased for five years before finally winning her over. But now, everything felt like a dream that was completely shattered. She sobbed, looking ever so fragile and pitiful. "Babe, don't be mad. This really was just to repay my mentor's kindness. Once I deliver these babies, I'll give you as many children as you want, okay?" I wanted to say no. I wanted to storm out and leave everything behind. But in the end, all those impulses collapsed into a single, inward sigh.

“Stella is special, she makes my mind go blank and makes me want to be the perfect person alive for her.” “You really have it bad, don’t you?” Tomi looked at me with pity. “Yes I do, now I can’t have the two best girls in my life fighting and Stella will not offer a second chance, that’s just the person she is.” “Second chance? When did she offer the first?” Tomi flared up but I shook my head at her. “When she offered her hand for you to shake and you terribly snubbed her.” Tomi drifted her eyes to the floor at my words.

I understood the command and hastened to comply with the orders. This little mind is a treasure, and I am sure she will become a beautiful woman when she grows up. With a soothing music vibration filling the room, I regained my original position on the bed and lay on my belly, gawking at the screen. “Mom, why would he want to find a perfect girl?” And there, my angel clicked something inside me. I gave her a flying kiss to give me something to write on. Perfection is an illusion; it’s a metaphor to recreate your expectations in a human form. It is okay to search for the one, but the question was, would you be able to fulfill her requirement of perfection?

he said quietly. --- A pause. --- “That’s permission.” --- The presence didn’t respond. --- Because the distinction— --- Was irrelevant to it. --- Outcome mattered. --- Not the path taken to reach it. --- Elena stepped forward slowly. --- Moving closer to the world the system had built. --- Her eyes scanning everything. --- Searching. --- Not for flaws. --- For truth. --- Because perfection— --- Always had a cost. --- Even if it wasn’t visible. --- Even if it wasn’t immediate.

His plan is set ablaze as it tones its perfection where he taunts the Gods. “Isn’t my plan just too perfect? Right, Gods?”

Just as he stood up from his sprawled-out position, a ‘gust of wind’ blew and suddenly he was placed in the intersection of three paths causing him to instantly become alert. [Trail 2- Battle of the mind; Rules: Kill or be killed. “Flaws are what binds all existence as one but the true difference between a great existence and a mere one is who handles theirs better.” Path 1: Kill your desires or be killed by it. Path 2: Kill your beloved or be killed by them. Path 3: Kill yourself or be killed by yourself.] Genad eyes widened in shock, not from awe of the strange trial but of the line that described the second path. He… had a beloved? What?!