Imperfect Books Novels & Stories

Series Order: Book 1- Loathing Logan Book 2- Still In Love With You Book 3- Loving Your Imperfections Mia I looked at myself in the body-length mirror in our room and sighed. I wasn't much into dressing up completely, so I wore a plain white tank top with a short ruffled black skirt and my high-top black converse. I wasn't much into make-up because then I'd forget and rub my face or something, smearing it like crazy, so I wore only a bit of mascara, and that was it.

With enthusiasm, Brian stood up and approached the teacher's desk. "Sure, Miss Nadine," Brian replied, then rose from his seat, picked up a book from a classmate's desk, and followed Nadine to her office, placing the book on her desk. "Thank you, Brian!" Nadine said as usual, with her usual cold expression. Back then, Nadine was the most popular intern teacher due to her beauty and creative teaching methods. She managed to make math, a subject disliked by many students, enjoyable through various quizzes and games. However, Nadine's intimidating side would suddenly emerge if anyone disturbed her during a lesson. Her cold and distant expression would persist until the class was over.

It is not the happy ever after as portrayed in the movies but a facade. Love is a weapon of weakness that is only of benefit to those who seek to exploit it. “Miss Waters.” Carlos called. No response. “Miss Waters.” No response. “Miss Ivy Waters!” He called with a loud voice, pulling her out of her thoughts. Ivy jerked at the sound of his voice. She didn't realize she had been so lost in her own little world. Whatever the case, she didn't feel guilty or embarrassed for it. Still, she had to play the part.

The curtains were closed after that, and the comments that popped up were all exclaiming in delight. "No wonder Austin's such a popular villain! Did you see how handsome he was in the morning light? Oh my god, I can't breathe properly." "I think I know why that transmigrator left in the end. Do you know how torturous it must have been for her in the past five years? "She had such a handsome man by her side, and yet, she wasn't allowed to touch him. I'd have given up a long time ago if I were her!" "Does anyone have the emoji sticker with the crotch on fire? Send it to me, please. I need it right now."

Just like life had been unfair to many people, would she say she was unfortunate to be among those people life was unfair to? But life didn't end. She had been told many times she was going to be fine. She had Nate. Who would turn the world around for her as long as she remained the perfect girlfriend. Many had none, but she had someone who loved her to the moon and back. And why is that? Because she was perfect. But was she really perfect? Would he stop loving her once he found out about her imperfections? Would she be as lonely as everyone else life had been unfair to… if he left her?

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.”

"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.

Noah’s P.O.V Imogen was ridiculous. We walked through the rows of bookshelves, her mouth running nonstop, and I barely had the time to process the fact that I’d just met someone who actually had MY love for classical literature. She ranted about everything–why she hated first-person narrative (“I don’t care what the protagonist thinks, I want to see them just fucking act and fuck up in real-time.”) why Hemmingway was overrated, (“Good for him and his six-word stories. I could do that too, you know. Here see, ‘Man is sad. Drinks. Dies. The end.) that was actually very funny even if I didn’t totally agree with her. She talked so much she even explained why bookstore coffee tasted like burnt sa

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."