Beautiful Imperfections Novels & Stories

“Consistency. No slips. No contradictions. If you say Paris was our first trip together, then Paris it is. If I wear a certain colour and the blogs decide it’s your favourite, then it becomes your favourite. We don’t feed them confusion.” Dante tilted his head, studying me the way a scientist studies an experiment. “And what about feelings?” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Rule Three: There are none. In public, you’re mine. In private, you’re untouchable. Clear?” His eyes flickered, just for a second, something unreadable in them. Then the mask slid back into place. “Crystal.”

" I lied. I didn't tell him that in that moment under the chandelier, what I actually thought was, 'What a shame. I haven’t even had the chance to enjoy life yet.' Sure enough, Ethan’s head dropped, overcome with shame. Convinced he loved me, he drowned in regret for everything he had done. I soothed him gently, "The past was over, and we should part on good terms." Nevertheless, Ethan clung desperately to the idea of keeping me. He dragged his injured leg just to buy me my favorite chicken pot pie. However, my long-time habit of eating too fast left me with a painful ulcer in my mouth. He brought me a bright yellow designer purse in the shade I’d once adored. Now, just the sight of it sent

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

"You are not becoming like me, you are better than me." Palming his cheeks before he can bury his face between my swells, I say, "Not really. I think we are both flawed. Imperfect but perfect in our imperfections." Thrusting my hips, I splay my fingers on his chest, slide my arms around his neck. "Stop punishing me."

What am I doing in my life? "I appreciate your compliment Mr. And Mrs. Grande but I am not a perfect person. No one is," I replied in my most respectful tone. I don't want to sound rude either way. But if the arrival of my words for them is rude, then that'd be fine for me. Besides, I can stand by my words. No one is living perfectly in this world. Everyone has its flaws, gaps, mistakes, failures and terrible sides. What made it perfect is the person who appreciated and accepted the person's imperfections. That would be pointed as imperfectly perfect.

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 was at another climax, my walls held him tighter, my back arch and my body trembled as I released on him inside of me, making it much easier for his thrusting penis, but he had released as well. He fell on the side of me, panting. "You're everything and more." He kissed my forehead and I rested on his chest, listening to his beating heart. "That was so incredible," I complimented. "Because you're incredible. We make such a beautiful match." "You'll soon hate me though." "Emily, I'll never hate you." "Yes you will. When the baby is born you'll hate us both." "How can I hate my son or daughter and my future wife?"

"Hunter.” "Ssshhh, princess. Before I go, I want to say something. You have bewitched me from the very moment that I laid my eyes on you. I am not going to lie when I say this, but you are mine. You are the only one that could reach inside this beast." I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Raven, there is no perfect person; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still accepting them with all your heart creates perfection."

The questions you wanted to ask, the answers you wanted to give. Tons to show and heaps to know. Always. [If we could do things the way we are supposed to do; Then it would've been all perfect throughout our lives. But it isn't , for a reason… And that is because life is all about the little imperfections and flaws that sum up it's beauty, that makes us more of what we really are… A human.] Now, let me tell you a story.

“What do you see? Because all I see right now is emptiness.” “Put enough imperfections together and, eventually, you will achieve perfection. But even then, perfection is all about perspective. Maybe you and Ivan and your imperfections will make the kind of perfect you both need.” She cupped my cheeks and kissed the top of my head. “Sit here, drink wine, and I will go and call my pain-in-the-arse twin to make sure he’s not taking a hammer to a door or something.”