Novel & Cerita Flawless

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

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.”

“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.”

he says against me, then rubs his cheek against my pussy. “I keep shaved for modeling,” I tell him, not wanting him to think I shaved for someone else. “You’re even perfect here. I can’t seem to find one flaw with you.” I want to tell him he’s wrong. I’ve got lots of flaws, many even mark up my body, but he doesn’t seem to see them. I believe him when he tells me he thinks I’m flawless. It’s been in his eyes all day. The way he looks at me. It’s written across his face.

"Romano." Noah and Michael froze, their eyes on her. Romano chuckled. "I wanted you to understand what happens to traitors." Her mind was back to Leo's body, the blood spreading around him. "That was sloppy," she said coldly. "You're usually more. refined." Romano buzzed with hum. "I didn't need refinement. Only a reminder. You can't win, Lena." Lena sat back, attempting to be calm. "If you were so sure, you wouldn't be calling."

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.

Lucas said. "I do believe the fact that there are a lot of things you can do for me but still I have this discouraging feeling like I am not the best, although I have great power and potential that makes me flawless but still it like I can't get a part of me. It like I lost it" Alex said.

“Well, coming from someone who has stayed with —Chanel, you know, the one who I grew up with, who thinks ugly things counts as home decor and makes her room look lived in —I think that actually sounds quite ideal.” “You do strike me as someone who would be tidy,” Archibald says, pulling Isabella a tiny bit closer. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” “It’s just the energy you give off.” “Well, you strike me as someone who is suspiciously perfect.” “I have now told you about two of my flaws. How can I be perfect if I have two flaws?” “Oh, I’m so flawed,” She says in a sing-song voice. “I’m way too romantic and I love doing laundry. Who could ever love me!”

I sighed quietly and decided to maintain the quietness until a voice chimed in and broke it solely. "Who said those flaws are flaws? They are perfection unlike yours.”

I was sure he cared, i was so very sure of it. "He understands, i'm sure of it". I told her. "It's just being....him". A faint smile curved her lips. "You're so certain". She said. And i nodded. She chuckled humorlessly before shaking her head once more. "You know, i cant help but envy you from time to time". She said, and a slight frown creased my brows. Why would she envy me? She was literally flawless. "You're just so....flawless". I was flawless? That probably had to be the most unqualified adjective to use to describe me. I didn't even know what to say to that.