I Am Perfectly Imperfect Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.”

Everyone is silent and I actually wipe some tears away from my eyes. I sigh, calming down after my fit of laughter. "Wow. I'm so sorry to whoever wrote this, because that took me ages to read. And I would say I'm a little hurt, but I have people to vouch for me. On another note, I think I'm going to pin this on my wall." "What did it say?" Isaac asks me, genuinely confused and intrigued.

enough for a couple of kids, and we were still discussing how that would work, which is why I was teasing Marcus about me becoming a house husband. After selling my business, I have decided to take it slow and only pick a few consulting gigs whenever I feel bored. I was getting acclimatized to Marcus's new world and even getting along with Tyler ok barely, but still that was progress. "HI, where did you?" Marcus asks softly. “I am just thinking how far we have come." I tell him hugging him close. "Yeah? It's been a roller coaster, but I wouldn't change it for anything. I am so glad you found me on that bridge that day. You Simon are my hero and my perfect man.“ I tear up because how does he

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed.” “This feels like exactly the kind of thing I should be embarrassed about,” I growled. And yet the feeling refuses to go away. “Do you want me to make it go away?” My head whipped around so fast I heard my neck crack. “What?” There was no amusement in his tone now. His gaze was deadly serious as it met mine. “You said it won’t go away, do you want me to help?” Oh goddess I said it out loud. I stumbled over my words, panic gripping at my chest. “Aetrix said only your mate can make it better,” was the only response I could manage.

Does she have the time to feel true love and have him as her King? When your life is already planned ahead of you, do you really have a choice to change it? When you’re born with a tiara on your head, do you really think you have the chance to correct and perfect your imperfections? Probably not.

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.

I added, and he looked at me confused. “We see many people in our life who are perfect and imperfect as per our list, we have in our mind about perfections and imperfections. Just because one person is the perfect doesn’t mean that he is perfect as a partner to any person too. So Raj is the perfect guy I can ever know which you too accept, but he is not perfect for me.” I said explaining everything. He nodded after a few minutes and said, “You need not resign and my asking you to do that is my stupidity.”