Flawed Perfection Novels & Stories

And that was exactly what led him to his death, his loyalty. I had seen the same fire in her eyes. Her fierceness. But I saw beyond the pretty face and stubborn heart. I saw the poverty woven into her bones. The desperate, grasping loyalty to her broken family. A father dead in the streets. A mother drowning in debts she couldn’t repay. A crumbling bakery rotting away at the edge of the city. She was trash trying to reach above her station. I couldn’t sit idly and watched the Anderson name – my name – to be tainted by desperation dressed as love.

“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.”

*We're probably never going to be perfect. Our history was too complicated, our scars too deep, our flaws too evident for perfection to ever be achievable. I'd destroyed her once through my own pride and stupidity. She carried trauma that would take years to fully heal. We were two damaged people trying to build something whole from broken pieces. But maybe that was the point. Maybe perfection wasn't what mattered. *We can try,* I continued mentally, watching the steady rise and fall of her breathing. *We can wake up every day and choose each other. Choose to be better than we were yesterday. Choose to build something worth protecting.*

But the professional distance they had maintained was gone, irrevocably vaporized and replaced by a dangerous, unspoken complicity. The pieces of his quiet life lay scattered around him in the dark. He could still see their shape, still remember how perfectly they had once fit together to form a picture of happiness he’d thought was unbreakable. But he was the one who had dropped them. And as the first grim, grey light of dawn began to filter through the window, painting the room in shades of regret, he knew with a certainty that chilled him to his core that no matter how carefully, how desperately he tried to reassemble them, they would never, ever fit together in quite the same way again.

My heart both ached and burned with resentment. Once upon a time, she'd been my whole world—the happiness I'd chased for five years before finally winning her over. But now, everything felt like a dream that was completely shattered. She sobbed, looking ever so fragile and pitiful. "Babe, don't be mad. This really was just to repay my mentor's kindness. Once I deliver these babies, I'll give you as many children as you want, okay?" I wanted to say no. I wanted to storm out and leave everything behind. But in the end, all those impulses collapsed into a single, inward sigh.

her mind chided her. "I know you want to scold me for what I did but she pissed me and I couldn't take it" Chimamanda blurts out. She was taken aback by what Ryan said "I'm sorry that she spilled the drink on your pretty dress, I'll buy a new dress for you, but you wouldn't have stressed yourself by hitting her, a pretty lady like you shouldn't stress yourself on matters like this instead control your anger"

I don’t know how that could happen, but I never did, all of that because I was perfect. Malia looked at me with a look of disbelief, then said in a tone that was filled with pain for me. “No one is perfect, Alana. We all have our flaws, even them... especially them and we both know it.” I knew what she was referring to, but she wasn’t the one that lived with them. She doesn’t see how much they think that they’re flawless.

Diana stepped out of the shower wrapped in a towel, but when she saw her reflection in the mirror, she dropped it. She couldn't believe it, it was amazing to know that she still had a perfect body. Her breasts were firm, but now larger than before, her waist still looked narrow, her legs were now more shapely than before, and her butt, which had always been her greatest attribute after her face, was arguably now enviable. «At least all is not lost,» She said to herself with a shrug.

She didn’t pull back. “You’re not like her,” he said softly. “Don’t,” she warned. “I’m serious,” Roman insisted. “You’re not Evelyn. You fight for the right reasons, Ava. You care, even when you don’t want to. That’s what makes you deadly to guys like Malone.” “And what about you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “What do you want from me, Roman? The reality, not some well fabricated line.” He hesitated, his hand hovering over hers. “I want you to see me. Not as the man Malone’s painting me to be, nor the antagonist Evelyn made me out to be. Just... me.”

— she gags as she says the latter and I erupt into a snicker — “And most of all, you're not fat. Do you know how it feels to walk down the street and be called orobo by almost everyone that passes me? Like, I can't even eat outside because I'm scared people will judge me and say it's because of the way I eat that I'm fat. Now, tell me. Is that something to envy?” “Well... It's not.” I pause. “But, I guess we all have our flaws. No one is perfect. I'm sure if we were all perfect, life will be so boring.” “As in,” Joy agrees with a small chuckle. “Our flaws make us human.” “Yes.” “We weren't born to be perfect.” “Yes, sir.” “We were born to be imperfect.” She points ahead. “Tell them.” “We all