Novel & Cerita Flawed

I am better off dead. All I ever wanted was for you to love me, to see me for all I was and to accept me. But just like the imperfect moon I worship, I'm flawed, so incredibly flawed, and now it's too late. You've seen me at my worst, and now you know. I saw how the fear froze you rigid, how the disappointment stained your face, and I knew right then that a beast like me, with so many flaws, would never ever be good enough for an angel like you.

Soceity was men and women who never learned to mind their own business and stuck their mouth in the affairs of others and turned molehills into high ice peaked mountains. I worried about my reputation and what people would say about me, what they would do if another scandalous untrue news came out of me being salacious came out. It would ruin Ma and Kawu, so I took a decision and tried to find a husband. I told everyone I knew what my specifications were and Yaana sent me my spec. Hard to believe but true. Hard to believe but truer than the fact that I'm a Bakura and I've never known nor noticed, truer than the fact that I'm not even a Sheriff.

Damien also looked at me, his gaze darkening for a moment. “A friend.” I put my phone face down and picked up the box of marzipan he had specially brought back for me. I unwrapped one and placed it in my mouth. I used to love this flavor the most. Now, it only tasted sickeningly sweet and bitter at the same time, just like this marriage. Covered in sugar on the outside, while rotten underneath. Damien looked at me as if waiting for a reaction. “Is it good? If you like it, I’ll buy more next time.”

Lily appeared. Then Veronica. Then Ava. Three versions. Three experiments. Three failures. Ava watched herself die. Again. And again. And again. Her eyes filled with tears. "Why did I keep coming back?" The creature answered quietly. "Because every time Ethan rebuilt you..." It looked at her. "...you remembered how to love." Ava turned away. She couldn't speak. The creature continued. "You were the flaw he could never remove." "The flaw?" "Humanity." Ava looked back at it.

So, the man was going to marry her for money. "He has ... weaknesses, darling. All men have their weaknesses." Her father said when she confirmed it to him. "Nobody's perfect. But I've been observing him for months before I decided to make the proposition." Father thought for a moment before continuing. "He is reckless and spendthrift, and he has fallen to an unpleasant habit. But I found that he is nice and harmless. He's not a man who will hurt you. He is still young and stupid now, but I'm certain that he will grow up over time." Father grinned. "Believe me I was three times worse than him when I was his age. But I've grown up to be a man that I am now."

"Can you curtain all of my excesses, all of my nagging? My mood swings? I have terrible mood swings, especially when I'm on my period, and it's gonna be a lot worse when I'm carrying our child. Can you soothe me when I'm mad? Will you take my word over that of an outsider, cause you trust me? Will you care for me when I'm sick? Will you be quick to forgive me when I make a mistake? "Will you accept me for my flaws? I have so many, I'm not close to perfect. Imperfection is what makes me human. Will you be open to me about your past and keep no more secrets? Do you promise to love me, all of me, the flawed me and just me forever and never to cheat on me?

Her eyes meet mine and says, "Jessie, before I met you, I was broken. I was a pile of broken pieces, a mess left behind when I lost my late wife nearly three years ago. "This last year I've felt those broken pieces meld together only to shatter again a couple days ago. They shattered when you and our daughters left me for an old wedding tradition. I've never felt so lost during those hours than I did growing up. "I stand before you now and vow to love you till my last breath. I know I've come close a few months ago and I'm sorry. I vow to be your strength as the days unfold, your shelter, your home. I vow to cherish every moment I can grasp," she chokes with a smile, reaching up to wipe my t

I smiled bitterly at myself. Sometimes I wonder if deserve to live? Is life really worth living? I mummer to myself. I didn't realize someone heard me just now. Why do you think your life is meanless; a voice from behind. I THINK YOU SHOULD VALUE YOURSELF MORE. For what is worth your life isn't worthless, you are not a loser, or what those bastards are spatting about. I THINK YOU ARE KIND, SMART, BEAUTIFUL, AND RADIANT, the boy said. WHO ARE YOU? Amy asked him. My name is Riley Williams, you seat behind me in 2nd period with Mr. Logan in English 2 Ap. Oh am sorry, I really don't know anyone in our class, Amy said honestly. That's okay Riley smiled. Am Amy Sinclaire nice to meet you, Riley?

Flashback Arabella giggled as the rain tickled down her body. "This is crazy." She breathed. She lovingly stared at the man in front her. She knew what she was doing was wrong but somehow it felt right. This man in front of her could ruin it all for her but she could careless, she was in love. It may sound selfish but that's what love does to you. She leaned up and kissed him. He pulled away, cupping her face in his hands.

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.