روايات وقصص ضمن Imperfect Books

“Why would I want you to leave me? I might be an asshole but I’m not stupid.” “Are you sure?” I deadpanned, screwing my eyes. Mir cut his gaze at me, probably wondering why I was acting so weird. Despite the fire burning in his eyes, I remained calm. “If you’re not stupid, then why ask a stupid question?” When Mir only appeared more aggravated and bewildered, I sighed deeply in my chest. “I couldn’t leave, Mir. I couldn’t because...” I swallowed, my cheeks suddenly too hot for my own good. Was it alright to...say it? “...because no one is perfect. You have a past that makes you imperfect. And my imperfection is that I’m willing to look past all that. My imperfection is that I’m just as selfi

With the boundary between them that are now crumbled. “The imperfect reflection of yourself. The product of the fault that shouldn’t had happen in my original world and book. The shard of the prominent and original couple’s offspring.” Wide eyes and on edge, almost confronting and screaming, yet he immediately held himself together and stop himself from the nonsense that he is just thinking. Jeffrey clenches his hands and tight into a fist. Dismay, but couldn’t be, knowing that he couldn’t do anything for the world and book that is long gone and crumbles. Having the prof of the end with Haruna’s image.

“Don’t get it wrong, Cressida. No one gets away with saying reading is overhyped in front of me. But I’m making an exception for you. Trust me, once you’ve finished reading, you’ll never say that again.” Cressida wrinkled her nose in distaste and looked away. “I’m not in for a debate…” she uttered. She locked eyes with him once more, her head nodding twice. Her upper lip curled slightly, and her nose tilted. “Reading makes you think about things that can never come to pass,” she retorted. “I mean, many ladies dream of Mr. Perfect, which every reasonable person knows is nothing more than a fantasy.” “Mr. Perfect is a fantasy?!” He exclaimed, and she joggled her head. “What do you mean? Am I n

, Book 01 of the Imperfect Mates Series. Thank you so much for reading their story!!! I do apologize for dividing some of the scenes into Parts, I wanted to make the chapters affordable for this book. I hope you thoroughly enjoyed it - do leave a precious review/comment, I'd appreciate it. :) To inform, Book 02, "To Love A Queen" would have to be uploaded upon its completion to ensure the continuity of the read. This year until the next, C.C. will be caught up in studies so if I upload it now, it would keep you guys waiting weeks for updates and I don't want to do that to y'all.

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.

retorted Caraline who was beginning to force herself to look at Deric through the tail of the eye. Deric opened his mouth halfway, then said, "I don't mean to insult Jeremy for agreeing with what he said, but even if this is real, it doesn't make sense for a perfect woman like Miss to marry a flawed man like me. Anyone would agree with me." "This world is full of nonsense. So get used to it," Caraline retorted, "you being able to even talk to me is pretty much impossible." Hearing Caraline's reply, Deric laughed until his eyes turned into a straight line. "You're right, Miss. How could I have forgotten about that."

"Sebastian I will take care of this, and you should be focusing on asking for Emily's hand in marriage. Along with the surprise you plan on giving her." "Thanks Dad," I replied as I gave him a manly hug before leaving his office. The following evening, I found Emily on her balcony reading a book. She had her feet up and her silk dress hoisted up, revealing her smooth skin underneath. I cleared my throat loudly to get her attention. "You know, if you look this good while reading a book, I just might want to make a few more chapters with you," I teased. "Oh really? What kind of chapters?"

Ruthy said just as we finished eating. “Say, Ruthy, can you come to my room later? I like to discuss something with you,” I said. She didn’t seem clueless or nervous, simply because it was a normal thing for us. She set down her napkin and nodded as we both stood. “Sure. I’ll be over after a shower,” she said. Honestly, I just wanted to confirm it once and for all. Who does she really like? Who is she willing to marry? Who is out of the picture? I am asking her all of my questions tonight. I spent my time at the library, reading novels and secretly arranging some of the books. It’s actually satisfying to arrange them in the shelves by color. The books were already in a cart, so I easily plac

She carried a pile of textbooks with her. Thump ... thump .... Her heartbeat made Markonah nervous and awkward. Tukijo tilted his head as he watched Markonah put a pile of textbooks on her desk. "Hey! Aren't we supposed to share it?" said Tukijo. Markonah buried her face into her hands. "Oh my! What was I thinking, that it made me throb like this?" mumbled Markonah. After that they distributed books together, then they sat in their respective places.