Beautiful Imperfections Novels & Stories

She was my soul mate. “I am losing myself, love. I am slowly losing it, seeing your look-alike every day. Every day, she tries so hard to be good to me. She takes care of our son and cooks for me, but I never eat them, but she doesn't give up. She is too perfect for me, too perfect that she is changing everything around me. I miss your imperfections and flaws, I miss being imperfect with you. I miss it when we don't know how to take care of Ryan, and we panic.” I laughed softly, slowly tracing her face with my fingertips.

"And thanks for the compliment." I rolled my eyes at the last sentence. Only he would take an insult as a compliment. "Imperfection is beautiful." I whispered. "If we don't make mistakes, how will we know what is right and what is wrong? Mistakes just bring us one step closer to being more awesome." He snorted. "You stop making mistakes then. You already are pretty darn awesome." I let out a low laugh. "I know right? I am mega awesome." There was a lapse of comfortable silence, until he said "You have changed, a bit." Quickly he added. "In a good way."

“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.

The bloodlust vanished from the air like it never existed. “Well, at least I am perfect at being flawed…” Ezra sipped in the coffee, making loud slurping noises which was clearly annoying Raven even more. “I am flawlessly imperfect.” He continued in a dreamy tone, like he was reciting the hymn of the universe. “Imperfectum est perfectio. Perfectio est illusionis. Imperfection is perfection and perfection is illusion. So, you are an illusion, Raven.” He pointed his finger at Raven. Ouch. That must have hurt, and it clearly did. I gaped at Raven.

She stepped out and looked around, squinting as she took in her environment before putting on her shades. "You are perfect, Scar," I said. She turned to look at me, her perfectly carved brow up in askance. "You think? Perfection doesn't exist, Finn. It's just a social construct and sadly, we have all fallen into the trap. We do a lot of things just to stay perfect when we could just be ourselves. Imperfect," She was a smart woman. Heartfelt. That was perfect enough for me. She wasn't empty. She had a soul. A beautiful soul and that was perfect to me.

The damn man who was going to be my husband didn't tell me anything about how beautiful I looked, after that stylist left me like a shining maiden and that made me angry, ending up disappointed in myself because I was leading my life to failure. Yes, I stand up and, as if I had been shot in the chest, I walk a few steps to the couch before collapsing. I close my eyes and let out a cry, I can't help it, it's like saying goodbye to the relationship that was going to be my only family.

“As much as I admire the beauty of them in this state, unfortunately others will not see them that way. I think we need to add a skin-like polymer.” My words looked as if they shocked him. “Why do you think that Becca?” He asked as if he was puzzled at my suggestion. “Well, when I first met Will, I remember he said difficultly meeting people. They would shy away from him because of his arm. Unfortunately the world views this as a fault, instead of something to be admired. I think he should have had an option to pick if he wanted a more natural look or not.” I think Glenn was surprised at hearing about his son’s difficulty, but understood why he had never said anything to him. Will was beyond

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le

And the reality, as bitter as coffee, seeped through, leaving a stain that no brush could ever cover. So here I am, staring at that ridiculous painting, wondering how I ever fell for such a perfect imperfection.

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?