I Am Perfectly Imperfect Novels & Stories

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.

Then cracked a smile because Jared had obviously told him I was okay. “Tim, I’m fine. Really. I just have to get my pressures under control, which shouldn’t be too hard.” “You have to take it easy Becca. You aren’t superwoman, although we all know you try so hard.” I sighed. As much as I wanted to be strong and independent, everyone was on the same page… except me. Maybe I was overdoing it? I shut my eyes. Maybe a little more sleep would help level my pressure out. I’ll let the IV do it’s magic and I can at least go check on Sarah.

Diana stepped out of the shower wrapped in a towel, but when she saw her reflection in the mirror, she dropped it. She couldn't believe it, it was amazing to know that she still had a perfect body. Her breasts were firm, but now larger than before, her waist still looked narrow, her legs were now more shapely than before, and her butt, which had always been her greatest attribute after her face, was arguably now enviable. «At least all is not lost,» She said to herself with a shrug.

Never hesitated. At first, my roommates only whispered behind my back. Then one day, I accidentally walked in on them talking trash about me in the dorm. I just told them straight up: if they had something to say, they could say it to my face. "So you know you're a love-crazed fool?" Sophie, who wasn't that close to me back then, had the guts to ask. I nodded. "But why?" she pressed. "You're pretty. You seem like you come from a decent family. Why waste yourself on some player who doesn't even like you back?"

Third Person's POV The mirror reflected a woman who looked perfect. Perfect hair. Perfect makeup. Perfect smile. And yet Miley Perez hated the person staring back at her. She sat at the vanity table in her apartment bedroom, gripping a lipstick tube so tightly her fingers hurt. Perfect. The word had followed Astrid Woods her entire life. Perfect daughter. Perfect heiress. Perfect friend. Even perfect fiancée. Miley let out a bitter laugh. “Perfect,” she muttered. The word tasted like poison.

he corrected. “Fine,” I said. “Then I choose you. Again. Knowing how grumpy you are without tea. Knowing how you still flinch when someone drops a tray. Knowing how you’d throw yourself in front of a blade for anyone in this pack and pretend you’re fine afterward.” He swallowed. His hands trembled, the slightest bit. “We are not perfect,” I said. “We are not fixed. We probably never will be. But I still choose you. Every stupid, painful, ordinary day.”

Because, he was the one who committed them, so who would know them better than himself? He sighed and asked her to continue reading. Next card read: You know, I thought I'm the best. That I'm unbeatable... Next card: That there's nothing I can't do. Next card: I've started to believe that I'm perfect. Next card: I thought I've mastered the art of perfection. Next card: But I only had an inflated sense of myself. Guess, I'm not that perfect. Next card: In fact, I'm one extremely flawed human being.

It's the ball in my neck, and I want nothing more than it to shrink and leave me alone. I am Emma Rhodes, the model at Model Perfect. Models must be perfect and show off a glamorous life that doesn't really exist. In an imperfect world, that strives for the perfect. The world tells us who we are and what we know. And what I know is this lump, is my doom. It could lift me up or tear me down depending on my test results. I sit in a small chair at the back of the doctor's office. The ticking of the clock is agony, and every strike of the clock makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise. The door opens and a nurse calls my name.

I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Becca, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs." "Josh?"

It started with sincere love and kindness because doing such things costs you nothing. Thanks to Mr. Stephen, people like him made me a princess overnight. And those that had given up on love, destiny, family and hope... I've come to realize that nobody is left behind. No matter how perfect, or imperfect you think you are. I want you to know that life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly…but merely to be LIVED. Boldly, wildly, beautifully, uncertainly, imperfectly, magically LIVED. Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same. There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman bei