I Am Perfectly Imperfect Novels & Stories

I grabbed onto my bed sheets and shut my eyes. "You're wet for me baby," he teased softly and in a voice that made me even wetter than I already was. I shivered as I released my hold on the sheets and moved my hands underneath his shirt, removing it and taking in his perfect fit. Why everything about this man has to be so damn perfect?

She ended with a giggle at the thought of that felt funny. Perfection in imperfection or perfection is imperfection?

“What do you see? Because all I see right now is emptiness.” “Put enough imperfections together and, eventually, you will achieve perfection. But even then, perfection is all about perspective. Maybe you and Ivan and your imperfections will make the kind of perfect you both need.” She cupped my cheeks and kissed the top of my head. “Sit here, drink wine, and I will go and call my pain-in-the-arse twin to make sure he’s not taking a hammer to a door or something.”

“No matter how Impossible, Unattainable, or Unimaginable something may seem. If it's meant to be, it will be.” *********************** "We had an expiration date. We both knew it but didn't want to acknowledgment it. This wasn't meant to work out. The worst part is...you are perfect! You are everything a girl could ever ask for; smart, kind, funny, sweet, hot, nice to everyone. You are the whole package. I don't....I don't fit with you."

He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”

Austin insisted on remaining celibate to his wife, and he refused to let me indulge in male escorts in nightclubs. It was annoying as hell. What was the point of this life anyway? Even if I were to eat only the most delicious food and own the prettiest jewels ever seen, there would be a day when I finally got sick of everything. I finally couldn't stand it anymore during my fifth year here. The system had only just begun criticizing me for failing to complete my missions when I swore back at it in return. It thought that I couldn't do anything about it, but it didn't know that I had already figured out how to lodge a complaint against it, and I finally managed to escape this world successful

My reflection in the mirror startled me. I looked like a storm. Hair tangled in directions, some sticking to my face. Eyes bloodshot and wild. Pyjama top rumpled with a few buttons undone, knees bruised from the cold tile. I was a woman who’d just unravelled in private – but was being forced to hold the world together in public. My fingers brushed the glass, my lips patched from being dehydrated. “You’re still here,” I croaked out in a whisper, my throat tight.

And I wasn’t going to let anyone take my peace away. “ This is perfect “ i whispered to myself

He began to speak again, his voice quieter now but still clear enough for everyone to hear. “I called this piece Perfection,” he said. “Not because the woman in it is flawless, but because she represents something perfect to me. Something rare. She’s strong, but gentle. She’s been through things, yet she still carries light. To me, she is perfection — not in the way the world defines it, but in the way she exists. She doesn’t have to try. She simply is.” I felt my eyes start to sting.