Imperfect Comic Novels & Stories

The recording ended. Daniel stared at Bianca as if he no longer recognized her. "You..." His voice cracked. "You recorded me?" She locked the phone. " Yes! You were loud enough." Daniel looked around the room helplessly. "No." He shook his head again, "I can explain." "I'm listening." Bianca nodded. Finally he whispered, trying to force a smile. "I didn't mean it, it was just a joke." Bianca looked at him with tired eyes. " And the woman in your apartment was a joke too."

This may be the decision I will regret, but I know to myself that this is what my country deserves. A rightful relationship, a rightful marriage. A true born princess, and a true born prince. I don’t exactly hate Thomas, it’s just that I didn’t really think of him as my partner not until now. He’s smart, brave, and decent, much like a perfect prince, but he has an attitude. An attitude that he doesn’t show to other people except me and Althea. I found him sitting by the bench beside a fountain, so I slowly approached him. Before I went to the garden, I had my maids retouch my face and lessen the puffiness of my eyes.

"Yep. Mom bought me this because she couldn't put up with me anymore, man. It was the last straw when I snuck a babe in and banged her all night. Mom caught us the following morning!" I couldn't help but laugh. That was definitely Alex. His weakness was women. Any type. Any color. Any shape. Any size. "Women are women." That was his motto. "Man, I'm so fucking lit!" Jack said. The alcohol had gone to his head. "Man! Look at those fine ass chocolate cookies over there. I want one of those," Alex said and pointed to two dark-skinned girls. "I'm so lesbian right now," Madison said. She was lying down on the sofa and had her head rested on Alex's arm.

Hundreds, if not thousands, and I wanted the best of the best. "Miss Blackman, transfer all the calls to my mailbox and join me in here so we can go through these together," I said, daring not to touch any application until I had help. "Yes sir," she answered with a smile and withdrew quickly. I liked that about Miss Blackman. She was always cheerful and up for any task or challenge I threw her way. _______________ "This one is too shallow." " Too deep and egotistical." "Too short." "Too self expressive."

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."

“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

I've never really had this dynamic without anyone else other than Richard. It was nice. This was nice. "What are you smiling about?" Gary asked. I was sipping from my drink as my eyes turned to him, a little bit surprised. I didn't even know I was smiling. He didn't wait for my answer and proceeded to take a sip of his drink, a caramel macchiato. Then as if on cue, he said, "Damn this caramel macchiato is good!" I chuckled. "Nothing," I said to answer to his earlier question. Then I quickly changed the subject, "You always order that."

Vincent Mercer wasn't as good as he appeared. He was more than that. And now she had no choice but to find out exactly what that was.

I point between us. “You need a perfect woman, and I can’t give you that. I am too broken for you. So please let me go,” I whispered, and he chuckled, shaking his head. “Ravenna is the perfect woman for you,” I said, waiting for him, but he didn’t respond, so with that, I decide it’s best if I left. We are done here. There’s nothing left for me to say to him. “I, Cassian Bjorn Whitehorn,” he shouts, and I turn to face him. He is accepting my rejection, and I feel my heart racing and a knot in my stomach.

"Why did it have to be him, of all people? I don't even know why I'm here! Drinking away my sorrows just to forget about him. It's not as if he's that handsome. I mean, Jade has such a nasty temper, and I hate what he does sometimes. Do I even deserve this?!" "It's always like that, bestie. Sometimes, we don't get what we want from life. See, most of us aren't perfect my dear. We just have to make the best out of people even if we think their wrong for us, sometimes. Make Jade a perfect gentle man, Fire. I notice his best whenever he's with you. Have you seen the spark in his eyes, recently? That's the charm you've given to him. I've also noticed the same joy in you of resent. I don't know i