Imperfect Desires Novel Novels & Stories

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f

Before perfection is created, it is imagined. Defined. Designed. --- Controlled. --- Elena Voss had spent her life rejecting that idea. --- Because perfection— --- Was never real. --- Only imposed. --- Only forced into existence by those too afraid of imperfection. --- But now— --- Something was changing. --- Something that didn’t follow her rules. --- Or anyone’s. --- The threads pulsed again. --- Stronger than before. --- Not chaotic. --- Not unstable.

Evidently when Iqlima tried to turn the door lever, it was locked from the inside. Her mind hurt, very much. Hearing Darren continue to curse inside and even let out a strong groan, Iqlima sank even deeper into regretting her shortcomings. She sat hugging her knees, leaning against the wall beside the bathroom door as she covered her face with both hands. It was useless for her to cry over Darren's actions who imagined another woman behind there, after all Iqlima herself felt that her husband had given many things only for her. They only cover each other. Darren might not realize it, but the first time she saw the woman her husband sometimes referred to in their romance made Iqlima realize s

The drive home seemed like it took forever- even though it was only about 20 miles. I was hoping I didn’t crush Will’s self confidence too easily. I felt awful that he had went through such a terrible accident that would leave him without an arm, and just when hope was attainable for him to be able to fit in, he was deemed unacceptable by society. People were always so judgmental and and broke my heart… especially since he seemed like such a nice guy.

But the moment his gaze turned towards me, I quickly averted my eyes, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. The awkwardness of the situation was unbearable, and I wished, like a sci-fi fantasy, that the ground would swallow me whole. As I sat there, squirming in my seat and feeling the embarrassment creeping in, I couldn't help but imagine the roof of the building opening up and a spaceship abducting me, rescuing me from this awkwardness. But alas, it was only a fantasy, and I was stuck there, sitting across from Isaac, feeling like a complete fool.

I shake my head, holding his arms as if to pull from his own strength. “No…he told me he expects me to be a good wife. I don’t even want to be his wife.” Ark sighs through his nose. There’s so much unsaid on that simple gesture. “Come sit down.” He guides me into the room, seating me on the bed. I hate this room. It’s too clean, to unlike home. It’s the exact depiction of what Caspian expects me to be, and I want to burn it. “I can’t do this Ark…”

“I wanted to save you. You were the kind of soul that is easy to hate, Sinclair.” “What do you mean?” “You were desperate, everyone can sense when a person is desperate and no one likes desperate people. Desperate to please others, desperate to be happy, desperate to make their marriages work. Desperate to love someone. Desperate to be loved by someone. Such people do stupid things to help their desperation.” “Why did you not hate me?” “Like things attract. Your present was my past.” It was hard to believe, but I liked to think that it was true. I was desperate to make things work with Damian Blackwood, desperate to prove my faithfulness to him despite his infidelity towards me. Even despera

And suddenly her insecurity twisted painfully into guilt. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like I see you as some spoiled billionaire stereotype,” she admitted softly. His expression softened immediately. “I know.” “I’m just…” Overwhelmed. Terrified. Falling in love with someone whose life barely resembled hers. Luca reached up slowly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with impossible gentleness. “You know what I see when I look at this room?” he asked quietly. “What?” “A hundred people trying desperately to impress each other.” His thumb brushed lightly against her cheek.

Shadows of bookshelves surrounded us, silent witnesses to our heat, our pleasure, our unrestrained craving. He brushed damp hair from my face, lips curling in a dark, knowing smirk. “This… is only the beginning,” he murmured. “Next time, we’ll go even further.” I pressed against him, gasping, sticky, trembling. My body would never be the same. Desire pulsed through me, insatiable, unrelenting. I wanted more. I needed more. Even as the library returned to silence, even as the shadows settled, I knew one thing: some pleasures could never be contained. Some encounters would haunt you, consume you, and leave you trembling, desperate, craving the next forbidden moment. And I would follow him anyw