Novel & Cerita Imperfect Desires Novel

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.

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.

hers until she got what she wanted. So she let him do what he wanted to her that night. While he slowly stripped off her gown under the dim light of the room, Mary battled with her life on the hospital bed. The doctor had injected her with another dose of sleeping meds. She relapsed between sleep and reality. While he kissed her slowly from the bridge of her soft navel to the tip of her breast as she moaned softly, Mary’s heartbeat was slowly decreasing according to the plan between the doctor and Alfred. When he thrust into Selena hard and roughly, just the way she liked it, Mary’s heart dragged slowly until the very moment Selena let out a scream of ecstasy while Alfred lay on top of her s

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…”

"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