Imperfect Comic Novels & Stories

I chuckled nervously. He smiled subtly and looked into my eyes, “there’s something wrong with everyone in this world, princess, but that doesn’t make them any less of a person. Having flaws is better than being fake. No one is perfect and they don’t have to be perfect. I find the imperfections about a person more attractive than their whitewashed version of themselves.” “Really?” “Yeah, you see. We say we need to find a mate or a soulmate to complete us. Why do you think fantasies like this exist? Why do you think we feel incomplete in the first place?”

Brian quipped, laughing at the disheveled state of himself and Cakra. "Yeah, as we get older, we become soft," Cakra replied while giving Brian a playful punch on the shoulder, causing Brian to step back a bit. Then they laughed together, feeling relieved. The ice between the two of them had melted, and their bond had grown warmer.

Being semi-famous is annoying sometimes. I also have no desire to make out with Hunter anymore. Hunter is part of my Model Perfect image, we are a package deal. It's unfortunate for me, that Aftershock has a partnership with Model Perfect. We are the 'it couple' and if there is a slip up the partnership is over. Would that be such a bad thing?

"Furthermore, you continue this illicit relationship while Veronica tries to sincerely fulfill her role as a wife? You engage in a relationship and deliberately hurt Veronica? You've gone too far, Darwin!" "Pa, Darwin is sorry," Darwin pleaded softly. There was nothing else he could do now but apologize as much as possible. "Darwin has made a big mistake. But, Pa, you also need to know what Darwin is doing now. Pa—" "Enough, Darwin!" Damian interrupted loudly. His emotions were gradually getting the better of him. "Do you know? I've worked hard to raise Veronica. I've tried to give her the best of everything. I even found a prospective husband for her, someone I thought was better than any o

“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.

It was hungry and reckless, as if the two of them might combust right there in front of everyone. Lewis popped a bottle of champagne, laughing boisterously. "Now that’s passion. Alright, that’s enough for tonight. Let’s all clear out before these two start trying for kids." The room erupted in knowing laughter. My head spun while my stomach roiled. Through the haze, someone tugged me toward the door. "Can’t you read the room? Get out already." I instinctively pulled away, only to meet Ethan’s disappointed eyes. "Why can’t you be more like Victoria and be more understanding?"

However, I did not hand it to her. Gritting my teeth, I pretended to lose my grip and spilled the boiling water all over her legs. I figured she would not be able to hold back and jump up in rage. I closed my eyes and silently counted, 'One, two, three...' Time passed, yet I did not feel the familiar fists crashing down on me. I opened my eyes and saw that Claire had not moved. Instead, she was still sitting perfectly upright in her wheelchair. Not only was she not angry at me, but she looked at me apologetically. "I'm so sorry, honey... I didn't catch it properly and spilled the water. Honey, did you burn your hand? That water looked really hot."

"How did you do that?" She glared back at him. "I read the instructions." He opened his mouth to respond, then closed it. She watched him process the fact that he'd been defeated by a coffee machine and a woman who knew how to read. "Fine," he said finally. "You won." "Was there ever any doubt?" He almost smiled. "Don't get used to it." They argued about coffee strength while the machine finished brewing. Ethan insisted on strong. Bianca called him a heathen. He retaliated by adding too much sugar to her cup. She poured it out and made him do it again. Ethan attempted to toast bread. It burned.

I said, my voice shaking with anger. Feeling overwhelmed, I started walking toward the door, desperate to get away. But then a thought hit me. “You say you want a perfect life with someone else? After treating me like this, do you really think I’ll ever trust another guy? Let me remind you—perfection doesn’t exist. Everyone has flaws. Imperfections are what make us human. You’re chasing something you’ll never have, Marco. You’re not perfect, and you never will be. No one is. Think about that.”

He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”