Beautiful Imperfections Novels & Stories

"Blossom, sweetie. Don't be so naive. Abuse begins in stages before it's fully dished out. And please don't tell me Brooke as in Brooke Diamonds from highschool." "You know, I never really liked Hunter for you. There's just something about him that screams controlling, cheater, abusive and manipulator. And that's exactly what he's doing to you. You have to leave him." "I can't. I care about him. Everyone got flaws. No one is perfect. Are the two of you perfect?" "Of course not. But we don't go around getting into relationships with abusive men!" "At least I have a man!" I spat out.

Silence Confusion Then Realization Eryndor’s eyes narrow “…Something imperfect.” Vireon nods “…Something contradictory.” Aurelion breathes out softly “…Something unstable.” Theodore smirks slightly “…Something like us.” I almost smile “Yes.” Because perfection is its strength So imperfection Is the one thing it can’t optimize cleanly The Final Plan “We stop trying to be better,” I say I look at all of them “We become unpredictable again.” A pause Then I finish “But this time… deliberately flawed.”

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” “They’re the same,” she said, her voice low. “Every one. Down to the last detail.” He smiled again, but the corners of his eyes didn’t crinkle. “Perfection has patterns, Maya. Nature is symmetry.” “No,” she said, stepping back. “Nature’s imperfection is what makes it real.” Adrian stopped walking. The air suddenly grew heavier, as though the world itself was holding its breath. “Maya,” he said quietly. “Do you really want to go back to imperfection? To pain? To the chaos outside? You’ve earned peace.”

A/N: Hi besties😊, I’m sorry for the missed chapter, “the newly hired maid is ugly” comes before Who hired you”. It was a mistake from my side and I sincerely apologize 🙏🏾. Thank you🙏🏾🥹.. In the mirror, Adele couldn’t believe her facials, she didn’t consider herself pretty even with her curly red hair but this Adele was ugly. She thought to herself after seeing the mole on her face and then her somehow wrinkled face.

I nod my head and start getting ready. I have known sadness, grief, and guilt. But losing someone. Never. The makeup lays bare in front of me. My fingers stop over the concealer. But they don't hold it. As if, telling me to lay all my emotions naked. Being perfect is a standard I have always gone for. Today I would change it. I would show the imperfections. Because they are the ones that make me more alive.

The tenth time my parents flew more than six thousand miles to meet their future son-in-law, Nathaniel Prescott refused to show up. He ignored my calls and never replied to any messages. After God knew how many cups of coffee, I received an update from my best friend, Isla Monroe. Eight photos of snowy scenery surrounded a picture of two intertwined hands. The caption read: “Check-in number ten. He's perfect in every way.” My fingers curled into tight fists. It took twenty-seven calls before Nathaniel finally answered. “Where are you?” Howling wind rushed through the phone, followed by his distracted voice. “Out. What’s up?” “What’s up? This is the tenth time! My parents flew all

asked the person who bumped into Tukijo. She is Maemunah the beautiful, smart, and popular girl. Reportedly, she is the prettiest girl in the entire XI class. Her face was pure white, like snow. However, her nature is not as cold as snow, she is a friendly, sociable, and helpful child. The girl comes from class XI Natural Sciences 1. "It's okay, I'm just surprised," said Tukijo looking at Maemunah's face. He was fascinated with her beauty.

When our neighbor from downstairs gave us some fish her husband had bought, Claire poured scalding fish stew over my head. If I took out the trash for a neighbor once, she would smash every piece of furniture in the house. She said she felt insecure, that seeing other people give me things hurt her feelings. She said seeing me help other women made her jealous, and that she was just terrified of losing me. I tolerated her insecurity in our marriage, blaming it all on the earthquake. If she had not lost her legs, maybe she would not be like that. However, she became worse and worse. Finally, one night, she came at me with a needle aimed at my groin. "If you can't perform anymore, you won't be

You have opened my heart for yourself, and then closed it for no one else to enter. Louis might be beautiful, but it’s just like a passerby comments on a beautiful dress hanging in the boutique and walks away, not even wanting to try it. You, on the other hand, though there is no comparison between you too, you are a fine wine. My personal favorite that i want to cherish over and over again and still it would intoxicate me more than every time. You are my love, the most beautiful person that you don’t need to be insecure of my past intruding. If i had any intentions of bringing him back, i could have done anything. But i don’t want. He no longer tempts me in anyway. Hmmm"? He lifted Denzel's

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”