Flawed Perfection Novels & Stories

I didn’t exactly like the sophistication—Always look poised, no stain, no trembling. Just total perfection. I did maintain the order, or at least I tried to. Sometimes I wished my parents were a bit simpler. Normal. But they were not. They were the framework of ‘flawless’ everyone held up to standard. But me...I was nothing close to any of that. I was just a mirror, reflecting the side of me that wouldn’t warrant criticism from them, from anyone. The side of me that wouldn’t cause a stain on the family’s image.

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le

I understood the command and hastened to comply with the orders. This little mind is a treasure, and I am sure she will become a beautiful woman when she grows up. With a soothing music vibration filling the room, I regained my original position on the bed and lay on my belly, gawking at the screen. “Mom, why would he want to find a perfect girl?” And there, my angel clicked something inside me. I gave her a flying kiss to give me something to write on. Perfection is an illusion; it’s a metaphor to recreate your expectations in a human form. It is okay to search for the one, but the question was, would you be able to fulfill her requirement of perfection?

"If I knew I had an audience, I'd have played it better." I don't think it's possible for it to get better. I haven't seen someone that plays the piano as effortlessly as him. Not me, not even Tara, no body. This boy deserved to be celebrated. Who'd have thought someone as weird as Alex could have an heavenly side like this to him. "You don't have to. That was superb." He did an exaggerated Awwwwwnnn even though I could tell he probably get comments like this everytime. "Why Boulevard of Broken Dreams? That's a very old song. "

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.

Even her body and all over. "You know what I'll say if your Father was here and he called this work imperfect?" He asked, gaze fixed on the board. "What?" "If all we ever look for are the flaws of man, we never would have found the word "beauty". He is forgetting one thing. The imperfection of humans is what makes humans. I know this artwork is nothing close to reality but to the ones who can relate it to their lives," he paused. "to their dreams, they know that it is the perfect handwork in existence."

Just like life had been unfair to many people, would she say she was unfortunate to be among those people life was unfair to? But life didn't end. She had been told many times she was going to be fine. She had Nate. Who would turn the world around for her as long as she remained the perfect girlfriend. Many had none, but she had someone who loved her to the moon and back. And why is that? Because she was perfect. But was she really perfect? Would he stop loving her once he found out about her imperfections? Would she be as lonely as everyone else life had been unfair to… if he left her?

I added quietly, “it’s ours. Not Dad’s. Not the press’s. Not the world’s. And if we want to keep it that way, we have to be perfect. No mistakes. No hesitation.” Jay swallowed again and nodded. “Then we’ll be perfect.” I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to. But deep down, I knew perfection wasn’t in our nature especially not his. Which meant I had to be twice as sharp, twice as ruthless. Because one slip, one crack in the story… and everything would come crashing down. And I wasn’t going to let that happen. Jay gave a short, humorless laugh, as if trying to lighten the heaviness in the air.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

However, one thing was for sure, she will never regret her decision to choose Deric as her companion for life. In the end, the perfection of love can only be achieved when both hearts can accept each other's flaws. True love was still present in everyone who believes. "I really love you, Deric." END