Imperfect Comic Novels & Stories

Dad said while laughing. I laugh too, “So all that you said is just drama to scare her?” “Of Course Baby. How can I live without you mom she’s my life and everything too like Shane to your heart. I just want her to realize that she’s not perfect at all.” “You are my idol Dad! I love you and thank you.” I hugged my dad tightly and he returned the favor and caressed my hair like a child.

I started cursing myself for not being around him when he needed me the most. "I wanted a perfect life partner for myself. Your mom was perfect but she could never bear my perfection. So as Nova. Throughout my whole life, I learned a lesson. Two perfect people can never end up together, neither a perfect nor an imperfect person. Both need to be equally imperfect" Why does it feel so good now? While Hearing him like this my pain reduces a bit.

I never so much dreamed about a perfect relationship because I know it’s impossible. The perfect man only exists in books, fictional, unreal, created by imagination. When I met him, I didn’t know he’d dreamed of holding my hand as we slept. I didn’t imagine he’d kiss me softly, whispering how much he loves me. It didn’t cross my mind that someday, the man who just spent one hot night with me, would dream of spending our forever together. Matteo sees himself as a cruel and imperfect person. But for me, perfection is an understatement. Not that I worship him too much. But because I know the extent of his capabilities, and the extent of what he could give for this relationship.

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."