Imperfect Comic Novels & Stories

Chidinma pressed on. Chimamanda chuckled and said "wow so he is now Jesus Christ who can change my life now, right? she turned and looked at Chidinma who shrugged. "besides you would have been a good lawyer. Why did you have to waste your time in mass communication?" Chimamanda asked sarcastically. Chisom giggled, she was acting as a watch dog. "Don't be sarcastic Chimamanda and you know I hate to argue, I wouldn't have survived with a professional course like law and don't even think of deviating from going out with Ryan.

I was looking at a homemade porno, courtesy of Johnny Diamond. Johnny wasn't much of a roommate, as I recall. He was sloppy, dirty and not prone to frequent showering. I had to give him credit, though; he was one hell of a private dick. The movie I was watching was high quality with very little pixilation; high definition, even. My ex-wife and her fucking brother were not being very careful.

I had just turned 29 a couple months ago. A couple of older guys tried to hit on me but the bartender shoo’d them off. He could obviously tell I was in some sort of emotional spiral. Otherwise why would the girl who has had three shots and a drink come to the bar by herself looking like this. For a second I caught myself thinking of how pathetic I was. But then I thought, why shouldn’t I have fun. Jared did. I might not be able to have sex with anyone in that manner, but why not get drunk. Everyone else does it when their lives are horrible.

"You feeling okay?" I didn't answer. I just pulled a stack of photos from my purse. Slap. I threw them on the table. Photos of Matteo injecting patients. Photos of them screaming in pain. Photos of the dead "volunteers." Matteo glanced at the pictures. His expression didn't change. "So?" He cut his steak, perfectly calm. "What's your point?" His casual cruelty sent a chill down my spine. "You're not denying it?" "Why would I?" Matteo looked up, his eyes burning with a crazy light. "Viviana, immortality... that's the realm of gods. And we're about to breach it."

What can she give him that I can't? What does she have that I don't? It was so damn ridiculous that Jevan downgraded. He has no idea how bad that reflected on me. But I had a plan. A plan that was so damn good, I laughed whenever I think about it.

“I build stories people believe. And for the next six months, we are going to be just another story.” Something like a smile ghosted over his lips. “Interesting,” he murmured, like the idea of being herded into a script by me was more entertaining than insulting. I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like I’m the one who’s supposed to slip.” He didn’t answer. “You don’t care what people think, do you?” “Not unless it affects my stock.” God, he was infuriating. “What’s in this for you?” I asked finally.

"Probably another Derek emergency." "Can I just say—" Mia Frost threw her curtain open, clearly fired up even in the dark, "—that guy has nothing going for him except his face? What on earth do you even see in him?" Even in the pitch black, I could feel their frustration burning through the air.

"That our first born might not be perfect. I would never have done it Talon you should know me better than that. I just thought it was fair to give you the option." "Know a lot of so called perfect people that do some fucked up shit. When's the last time you seen a so called imperfect person on the news hacking up people across state lines for fun? I'm thinking this perfect shit has holes in it." I kissed her nose with all the guck she had on it. "Only you would think like that."

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.