Grace Not Perfection Book Novels & Stories

“You don’t seem afraid of me.” Grace let out a sharp laugh. “Are you kidding? I’m terrified of you.” “Yet you still tell me exactly what you think. That makes you more honest than anyone I know.” Grace shifted uncomfortably. His words weren’t smooth or manipulative they were startlingly genuine. And that unsettled her even more. “Well, honesty goes both ways,” she said cautiously. “So why me? Why drag me into your world when you could have any model, actress, or socialite at your beck and call?”

“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

~X I couldn't help the grin that crept onto my face or the tears that sprung to my eyes. *** My fingers ran gently over the spines of the books. Most were covered in dust but some looked like they'd been read fairly recently. And often. The bindings were worn and practically falling apart on some of the novels. I remembered reading a lot when I was younger, but I haven't had the motivation to sit down with a book in years. Everytime I tried, I got bored after the first chapter.

Infinity remains with a passive expression. "For me, Grace was the perfect match for my son. She came from a well-known family, with a good character, and was someone you could flaunt on every occasion. A person who will guide and help Paolo achieve his goals because of her family background. She is a perfect match! I failed to see that he did not need that. What he needs is a woman who will love and support him in his battles, and who will be his strength through it all. He doesn't need a perfect wife. S-Sorry, Infinity. I was blinded by my desire to give the best to him.” It was the first time Infinity saw her mother-in-law in this state. She's not the boastful and arrogant lady she knew.

I asked, crossing my legs. "Sure, Ms. Perez. I know you expect nothing but perfection and my team is the best in the company. I can assure you that," he stated confidently and I nodded with a smile. "That's convincing. I'll call you if I need anything," I dismissed him and let out a huge sigh, thinking about all the events that unfolded today but more importantly my mind was stuck on a certain pair of grey eyes that kept haunting me since that day at the club. It was supposed to be a one-night whatever like he said and of all places, he had to work here.

"Sorry, but I can't read it." "Why not?" "I'm dyslexic," I state as if it should be obvious. Because it should be if teachers actually read about their students. Which he didn't. So that answers my question. "Miss Miracle, please do not lie," Mr. Asshole sighs again, clearly annoyed. He sure likes sighing. Before I can make a smart ass comment, Isaac steps in. Thank goodness, my brother, I love you! Not really. But like, thank you. "Mr. Prescott, she really is dyslexic. If you took time to read up on your students like you should, then maybe you would know that." So Mr. Prescott is his name. Nah, I like Mr. Asshole better.

“The man looks like a Norse god, and you’re the one reaping the benefits of his talents. It doesn’t sound like something one should regret.” “I don’t regret doing it with him. I just wanted there to be something wrong with him, you know? I mean, I was head over heels for this guy when I was a kid. I just wanted something to cling to to where I could have a moment when I could see he’s never been all that.” “But he is all that,” she argued. “Whose side are you on, anyway?” I teased, but Gracie didn’t laugh. “Always yours, but honestly, I get why you wanted him to have a flaw so you could let go of that image of perfection you’ve always had when it comes to him, but now that you know he really

The real owner of the wardrobe must have bore a lot of semblance with her for her to have conveniently felt comfortable with her clothes and shoes. When Ms Gracey saw her radiance and elegance, she couldn't help but to see her as an angel. Lily is looking very beautiful. Justin arrived and before stepping out of the room, Ms Gracey held Lily's hand "Lily, I am sorry I can't bring myself to answer your question. Kayden had concealed the memory and if he gets to know I did otherwise, guess what punishment he would give me?" she was talking in a whisper. Lily narrowed her brow slightly, it's a secret then or an unpleasant memory. "No worries Ms Gracey" she smiled, assuring her of her understand

Gary cleared his throat, hoping no one had noticed his hand, and casually retracted it. "I just panicked," Rowena repeated. She exhaled and this time with much more conviction, "I was overwhelmed. I've never had it that good before and I didn't know what to do with myself." Then she turned to Gary and with the utmost sincerity said, "I'm sorry, Gary."

"Writers of sad books probably don't write to escape, they write because they feel the need to let people know that life isn't just a bed of roses. Why sugarcoat things when they can be honest?" She breathed deeply, probably wondering why I was so keen on this thing and to be honest, I was starting to wonder about that too. "I'd have loved to argue with you but you're right and that's a little bit disheartening." I chuckled at how low her voice when she said the last part before I moved even closer. "So, A Walk to Remember or The fault in our stars?" "Definitely A Walk To Remember." She answered in less than an heartbeat and I really just had to conclude that she must really have something a