Flawed Perfection Novels & Stories

He bought Laila's favorite necklace in advance, yet when it came to me, he'd only make such empty promises. I bet he'd be delighted after I was gone. He could finally be with Laila. My gaze lingered on Mom, Dad, and Simon before I entered the operating room. When the Dragonbone scalpel sliced open my skin, the last shred of healing ability I had was completely destroyed. The wolfsbane gnawed at my bones and tore my soul apart. I stopped breathing entirely as I reached the end of my life.

I said, my amber eyes flaring with a hard, defiant light. I stood up, and I didn't reach for the Void-Blade. I reached for the Mess. I looked at the Iron-Wolves of the South. They were becoming grey statues, their density being subtracted by the field. I looked at the Twins, who were becoming stylized icons of children. "THEY AREN'T ARCHIVES!" I screamed. I didn't use power. I used Inconsistency. I grabbed Félix’s hand, and Nathaniel’s, and Arthur’s. We formed a "Chain of the Flawed." I didn't reach for the "Ideal" version of our victory. I reached for the Failures.

I didn't call on the Red Blood. I opened my heart. I projected every moment of my life—not the victories, but the **Flaws**. I showed her the time I failed to protect my pack. I showed her the time I almost gave up in the Labyrinth. I showed her the messy, painful, beautiful imperfection of being alive. "Founder!" I yelled. "Look at it! It's not perfect! It's better!"

“Then you're basically admitting that you know you’re basic, just like the rest of us. And you know it. I wonder where this superiority complex came from. Probably from always being praised and treated higher than everyone else. But deep down you know you are not that special. But you’ll do everything to try and get rid of those thoughts, which is why you were so desperate for my approval. Because if there’s one person that isn’t going along with what everyone says and praising you for absolutely nothing. Then your world fucking shatters. And what’s revealed, is incompetency.” END OF FIRST ARC

“Yes, Freddie. I have decided to have surgery. I spoke with the nurse at my school, and she basically convinced me to get it. I thought it over during those days off last week. I am getting surgery. You once told me that to be a model at Model Perfect, I had to be perfect. Well, a scar from a thyroid surgery would disqualify me from being perfect. That is a terrible motto for a company to have. We are all human and no one is perfect. We all have our flaws, secrets and scars. You wanted me to conceal my cancer like it was something to be ashamed of. Well, I’ll tell you something Freddie. It sucks. It sucks that I can’t swallow food. It sucks that it hurts when I talk, and it hurts when I brea

How can someone like me, with so many flaws and making so many mistakes, have powerful beings declaring their love for me? "Hope, you are perfect in your imperfection." Kaiden's voice echoed, as he traced the design of the rose bushes on my face, down to the curve of my neck. "I'm not talking about your physical scars... You who always say you wish you were born human so you could have the power to choose your path... But you're perfect, you have as many flaws as any human I've ever met. Between powers and struggles beyond comprehension, you still care for those you love, cry for them, despair..."

Marissa's hand was over Flora's as she reached out and spoke vocally," I know it hurt, Flora. Your father was your gemstone and your needler. While he raised you up on his dreams, he pushed you to be something lesser than yourself. Did you ever tell him how that hurt you?" Flora's lips quivered as she replied," I tried, formerly, at about twelve. I said to him,' Dad, why must I be so perfect? Can not I just be me?' But he simply looked at me with a crazed, stubborn light and said,' Perfection is the price of honor.However, you allow our name to die in obscurity, If you allow yourself to be plain.'" Her voice dropped to a tale," And I believed him, every single word of it, until all of it cam

“I’ll be fine, Ed. I receive thousands of joys from you, and that’s enough to cover one flaw. There is no need to cut anything out. Perfection, one hundred percent, is impossible.” Ruby wouldn’t focus on one problem and forget about the countless other beautiful things. It wouldn’t be fair. Ed smiled and stroked Ruby’s cheek again as they slowly moved in time with the music. “Just one? You’re saying I have only one flaw?” Ed asked. “Yes.” Ruby nodded confidently. She really only saw one. “You really are the best.” Ed murmured contentedly, pulling Ruby into his embrace. “What is it? Should there be more than one?” Ruby followed Ed’s movements but was confused by the sudden hug.

I look at my side and let out a deep sigh. "I hope it won't offend you, Sir, but I used to hate how she overthink every single thing and keep it all by herself as if no one is beside her to talk about it too, I don't like how she got easily sleep anywhere, biting her fingernails so badly that she got tiny cuts around it, I hate whenever she deprived herself just to keep her stup*d diet plan, and I hate it when she got the attention of other guys in the campus, effortlessly." I felt ashamed as I heard them both laughing as I actually said those directly.

The best she could hope for now was a civil relationship with her daughter until this Christmas tree fiasco she'd created was over and done with. Laura could see her reflection in the mirror across the room. She looked haggard, and she looked every one of her sixty-four years. She was old, and she had no purpose in life except to do what she called good deeds. If the truth were known, she didn't really do good deeds. She had ideas for good deeds that other people carried out with a lot of hard work, then she got the credit for those deeds. She heard her name on the local radio and TV news, and it was always her picture in the paper, never the drones who brought her ideas into fruition. In a