Flawed Perfection Novels & Stories

Henderson’s’ eyes and in Anna’s. “I know I’m going to talk fast, but I’ll answer questions after. Thousands of years ago, magic ruled the earth those who were magic blessed worked together no matter what their affinity was. But of course, no one can be happy with being equal, eventually those with Fire affinities started using dark magic, magic from the shadows of the earth, magic that isn’t for us. Those who are touched with shadow magic we call the “Flawed” their souls will never find peace. It was dark and scary time, and those from other magical affinities decided they had to use dark magic too, eventually there was a war that wiped out half our people, Elders were appointed from the mos

At the hockey game, my neighbor Bianca confessed her feelings to the team captain, Hudson, right in front of everyone. The moment she finished speaking, someone dumped an ice-cold soda right over her head. "Look at this greasy freak. Does she really think she has a chance with our star player?" The bleachers instantly erupted into cruel laughter. I watched her soaked hair stick to her face as tears mixed with the dripping soda. I walked over and shielded her from the cruel jokes. Then I pushed through the crowd and offered her a tissue. She slapped my hand away. "Stop being so fake, Harper! You're the biggest hypocrite in this school!" The next morning, I woke up and realized I was i

For doubt. The effect is not instantaneous. It’s a slow, sickening unraveling. A mathematician, mid-calculation, suddenly wonders about the taste of rain. A peacekeeper, on patrol, feels a surge of irrational anger at the sterile beauty of it all. A child, for the first time, tells a lie. For no reason at all. Perfection fractures. The flawless, humming order of the Zenith develops a stutter. A hiccup. A beautiful, terrifying flaw.

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.”

It doesn't bother me at all because fear is a weakness, and once you have one it's hard to get over. I am Lavender Jewels and I will never fall, I will be the first one in the battlefield to fight for the creatures of Utopia, the one that will change our generation. The One who will take them out. Once and For All.

he suddenly asked her. “My life is completed. Who said that a bad decision can change one’s life completely?” She hugged them both. “Who said that one day your will stop with your dumb ideas?” He joked and she hit his chest. “I didn’t even need alcohol to be dumb.” They both burst into laughter. “I accept your flaws, even your flawed resolutions.”

Adele quickly said knowing he wanted to band his mother from his home. “Take them out, both of them,” Harden said sighing. “Harden it’s me, Gwen,” she said for Harden to ignore as he looked at Adele. “I’m sorry” he whispered and for the second time, he hated his condition. “Felony” he called for the maid to rush towards them. “Clean my wife up,” he said and rode away. Felony looked at Adele sighing. “Do you think you can just be accepted into the elite home because you bore their heir? I’m sorry my friend, that dream is wrong” Felony said for Adele to hold her hair as it still hurt after Maria dragging.

Villainy was thrown into the dark, condemned without a voice, without a chance to explain, without the space to become anything more than what it had been called. Two names. Two sides. Two truths that were never meant to meet. The world accepted this. It was easier that way. Easier to divide than to question. Easier to believe in clear lines than to face the uncertainty of something in between. But what happens when perfection falters? What happens when something once seen as flawless begins to crack, not from weakness, but from feeling too much? What happens when the being that was never meant to fall begins to hesitate, begins to doubt, begins to want something it was never allowed to have

"I'm so sorry, honey... I didn't catch it properly and spilled the water. Honey, did you burn your hand? That water looked really hot." Her soft expression overlapped with the memory of her madness in my mind. The last time I had simply poured her a glass of water that was not exactly the 55 degrees she demanded, she had gone insane and tried to hack me with a kitchen knife. I stood there, frozen. Meanwhile, the live comments were flying across the screen. [Isn't this abuse? That water was hot enough to cook a steak!] [Even if Claire can't feel her legs, you can't just do that to her.]

‘Yeah, whatever,’ I wanted to say but then I saw how she looked with her dress glued to her body like a second skin, the top of her cleavage exposed and her thighs on full display. Scumbags like that motherfucker are moved by what they see, and right now they’d look at her and think she’s asking for it. Assholes. Every last one of them. “Weren't taught not to wander alone, especially in places like this?” “What?” She looked taken aback as she blinked at me. “I wasn't wandering —” “You should thank your stars that nothing happened tonight. You might not be as lucky next time,” I said in a bored tone, watching her tremble a bit at the harshness of my voice.