Cause Im Not Perfect Novels & Stories

"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."

Dad said while laughing. I laugh too, “So all that you said is just drama to scare her?” “Of Course Baby. How can I live without you mom she’s my life and everything too like Shane to your heart. I just want her to realize that she’s not perfect at all.” “You are my idol Dad! I love you and thank you.” I hugged my dad tightly and he returned the favor and caressed my hair like a child.

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.

“Why would I want you to leave me? I might be an asshole but I’m not stupid.” “Are you sure?” I deadpanned, screwing my eyes. Mir cut his gaze at me, probably wondering why I was acting so weird. Despite the fire burning in his eyes, I remained calm. “If you’re not stupid, then why ask a stupid question?” When Mir only appeared more aggravated and bewildered, I sighed deeply in my chest. “I couldn’t leave, Mir. I couldn’t because...” I swallowed, my cheeks suddenly too hot for my own good. Was it alright to...say it? “...because no one is perfect. You have a past that makes you imperfect. And my imperfection is that I’m willing to look past all that. My imperfection is that I’m just as selfi

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

Cyrus stared at her in silence as she spoke further. “There is nothing wrong in being imperfect. Everyone lacks something it’s fine if you’re not perfect because this tells you that at the end of the day you’re also a human. A human who does mistakes. Being a human is being imperfect.” Cyrus blinked looking away from her as he licked his lips.

Hundreds, if not thousands, and I wanted the best of the best. "Miss Blackman, transfer all the calls to my mailbox and join me in here so we can go through these together," I said, daring not to touch any application until I had help. "Yes sir," she answered with a smile and withdrew quickly. I liked that about Miss Blackman. She was always cheerful and up for any task or challenge I threw her way. _______________ "This one is too shallow." " Too deep and egotistical." "Too short." "Too self expressive."

“Not sure that makes much sense.” My eyes scan him, wanting to memorize each freckle, dent, crease and muscle in his face. My racing heart forms a lump in my throat while I question my next words. “Princess, if I’m not perfect, how can you love me?” I shift, lying on my side to give him my full, undivided attention. Removing my hand from his hair, I instead prop my own head up. “There’s no such thing as perfect.” “Yet here we are.” He sticks his tongue out.

"I am saying this with absolute sincerity. No help from Ox, and no internet." He took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto mine. "I know I’m not an easy man to love. And I'm certainly not the kind of man you pictured yourself falling for. I know I'm not perfect... I can never be perfect because of how violently I think, or how ruthless I have to be. I don't care about being perfect for the world, but I want to be perfect for you. I'm going to try everything I can to give you that."

“It is not okay that you suffer for my mistakes. You are all perfect, and I am all a mess. And now, you are caught up in all this.” She chuckled. "Am Iperfect?” she implored, differing from his statement, “May I remind you that I was the disgrace of my family? That is why they did not think even for a second before trading me away the first chance they got? May I also remind you why I had to be locked up like a bad omen in my own home? It was because of my sins? I slept around, got pregnant, and got dumb, like, nadah! And lastly, may I also remind you that the reason we are now in this mess is because my sister told the world about it? Now, Mr. Adam, tell me where perfection is in all that.”