Imperfect Comic Novels & Stories

Nate says, making me blush. "Hey, what about me, fucker? I'm fun too." Jordan says, making us chuckle. The two always, make me laugh, but when they're together, it's a whole new thing. They are a riot. "Yeah, but the thing is... you're not my type," he says, making him pout.

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.

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.

“Do you know what it feels like to be a black duck from a long line of golden gooses? What it feels like to be sidelined because you're never enough? When the one you love so dearly doesn't even regard you? Do you know what it means to have insults from family members? Morning, day, and night. Either directly or indirectly because you're not as good as they expect? Do you know what it feels like to stare at the mirror in pain because you're tired of seeing the same damn person every time? An imperfect person who has refused to improve, and is the cause of all your issues! Do you know what it feels like to want to be perfect, but yet you keep messing up? “I question the old man, and he studie

I said in a bored tone, watching her tremble a bit at the harshness of my voice. She snapped her finger in my face, taking a step closer as her eyes filled with anger. “Hey Mister whatever you call yourself. Clearly you think you're some kind of hero for coming when you did but that doesn't give you any right to assume things like that. If you're just going to judge someone based on the ten seconds that you've met them, then guess what I think. I think you're an egotistical human that thinks he's some kind of saviour and the world should be at his mercy. Why? Because apparently you…” she stopped abruptly and the next thing I knew, I heard a loud retching sound and I felt something wet seepin

He needed someone to unleash his desires upon since it did not go as planned with Monalisa. “Yes Boss,” Chico replied coldly before Hamilton stormed out of the room. Chico peered hard at Monalisa, feeling very disappointed by what just happened and felt that Hamilton was becoming weak especially after seeing him this way with Monalisa. He should have just killed her and drunk her blood but instead he was still willing to let her so-called wound heal.

not the version I chose to be. “I don’t want perfect,” I said. The words came out stronger. I want real.” The space cracked. not fully. but enough. because that broke something. Something it couldn’t resolve. the perfect version of me paused. for the first time. because now it wasn’t complete. It wasn’t aligned. It wasn’t right. The white shifted. Violently. because now it was losing control. losing certainty. losing definition. “You choose instability,” it said. The voice sharper now. less certain.

Edward, I would never do anything like that, she insisted, her voice wavering. You expect me to believe that? His voice grew louder, his frustration spilling over. You wanted to humiliate Bianca, didn't you? And now it's backfired on all of us. Tears welled in Rebecca's eyes. I only wanted us to have a perfect day. A perfect day. Edward's laugh was hollow, biting. This is anything but perfect. The North name and the Smith name are both a laughingstock now, all because of your petty games. Rebecca's tears spilled over as she looked away, her lips trembling. But Edward didn't care. His anger only deepened. I'll fix this mess, he said coldly.

Mentally exhausted and depressed, Damian fell silent after the first hour. His knowledge of jokes was severely lacking. No matter what he did, the cyborg could not meet his party members’ standards. It was too difficult to be a clown. “It’s in the delivery,” Zen chuckled, patting Damian on the back. “Sometimes people find others funny when they aren’t intentionally trying to be. Just be yourself.” The solid advice lifted Damian’s mood a little, and the two nerds chatted, exchanging what they knew to update the gamer guide while travelling to Red Hood’s house.

We were standing just like almost 90% of the rest of the population but unlike the 90%, we don't seems to fit in. Well, I don't seems to fit in. "Yes, I thought the bonfire was going to be like normal bonfires with chairs......." "With chairs arranged in circles around the fire, right?" He said with some sort of crackle in his voice that me the impression he was teasing me. "Yes. Isn't that how bonfires are supposed to be like?" He burst into laughter. He actually did burst into laughter, throwing his head back, grabbing his stomach and I could almost hear his ribs cracking. He was laughing, like really laughing.