Almost Perfect Novels & Stories

“Do you know what it feels like to be a black duck from a long line of golden gooses? What it feels like to be sidelined because you're never enough? When the one you love so dearly doesn't even regard you? Do you know what it means to have insults from family members? Morning, day, and night. Either directly or indirectly because you're not as good as they expect? Do you know what it feels like to stare at the mirror in pain because you're tired of seeing the same damn person every time? An imperfect person who has refused to improve, and is the cause of all your issues! Do you know what it feels like to want to be perfect, but yet you keep messing up? “I question the old man, and he studie

(Tara’s POV) “Tara, you’re...you’re early,” He stammers, his face turning pale like he stops breathing for a few seconds. I was sure my face was red. I could feel the heat creeping through my skin as I saw Blake wearing nothing except the lightweight towel hugging his hips. Like him, I stopped breathing. His hair is still dripping wet, looking like a model of expensive male perfume. I swallowed hard as my eyes feasted on his well-developed physique. How could heaven give this man a perfect body? This is one of those moments that I would want to open G****e to look for a better word to describe him at this moment. Hunk? Sexy? A very sexually attractive man.

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Becca, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs." "Josh?"

A/P “A great marriage is not when the ‘perfect couple’ comes together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences.” – Dave Meurer

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always

“Yeah, why not? All this must be perfect. And for you I will make sure it is.” “Thank you Adrian.” “Don’t thank me yet. Wait till I make it all perfect for you. Then you can thank me.” “What do you mean?” “Don’t worry. Just know you are forgiven.” .

Just like life had been unfair to many people, would she say she was unfortunate to be among those people life was unfair to? But life didn't end. She had been told many times she was going to be fine. She had Nate. Who would turn the world around for her as long as she remained the perfect girlfriend. Many had none, but she had someone who loved her to the moon and back. And why is that? Because she was perfect. But was she really perfect? Would he stop loving her once he found out about her imperfections? Would she be as lonely as everyone else life had been unfair to… if he left her?

Not enough for room service and too impatient to be my mother. I cracked it open to see Dante Moreau. Black shirt, pressed slacks, perfectly combed devilry. He had a cup of coffee in one hand. “You look like you survived a very chic apocalypse,” he said. “Thanks. It’s exactly what I was going for.” I stepped aside. He entered without asking. Rude much? “You’re trending,” he said, tossing a newspaper onto the bed. “Front page. ‘Mystery Moreau Revealed.’ Congratulations, Adelaine. You’ve officially broken the internet.”