Imperfect Desires Novel Novels & Stories

—You'll be the happiest man tonight, I promise —from this position, she looks damn sexy. This is better than all the fucking drugs in the world. She stops moving her hand and takes it to her mouth. Some moans escape me, which seems to excite her more as she chokes a little. We haven't reached the damn orgasm yet, and I feel like I could rot in hell right now. The game has just begun. Author: Who said being “perfect” is boring? Here the monster is just waiting for the right moment to unleash chaos and devour you alive. Mathias thinks he controls everything, but you’ll see how his life goes to hell when desire and darkness mix without brakes.

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.

“Oh, Amara. You were perfect. Too honest, too pure. Exactly what Damian can’t have without breaking himself.” “Stop.” Damian’s voice was low, dangerous. “You’ve made your point.” “Not yet,” she said, stepping closer. “You want to know the truth? I never meant for her to stay this long. But she did. And now look at you-” Her voice softened to a whisper. “-a man who once built empires on logic, undone by a girl who still believes people can be saved.” I felt the words like glass splinters under my skin.

I didn’t want her like the others did—not for a cheap thrill or a moment of power. I wanted more. I wanted to own every second of her life the way she unknowingly owned every second of mine. I wanted her laughter. Her fear. Her bad habits. Her silence. And it scared the hell out of me. Because for a man who had everything, I shouldn’t want anything this badly. Especially not someone I’ve never touched. I closed the laptop and stood, walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. The skyline glittered like it always did—cold, perfect, untouchable.

When I thought self-denial was maturity, when I believed love meant never asking for more. Daniel never yelled. He didn’t slam doors. He didn’t cheat in the traditional sense, but he did something worse. He made me feel small without raising his voice. Invisible without walking away. Tame without ever touching me. I remember once — maybe a year before things cracked — I asked him if he still desired me. He looked up from his emails and said, “Of course. You’re beautiful.” “That’s not what I asked.” He sighed. “Ariana, desire changes. It evolves. It’s not about fire. It’s about foundation.”

“Just once. Please.” No. No, no, no. His eyes were wild. His skin burning hot. The scent hit me like a wave—sweet, cloying, thick like syrup. It wrapped around my head, messed with my focus. Like a drug I didn’t want to breathe in. I jerked, kicked, cursed, but he was too strong. His fingers slipped under my shirt, shaky and desperate. His body trembled above mine. “I think it’ll stop if I just have you once,” he muttered, leaning in like he was drunk on something I couldn’t see. “If I taste you. Just once, Tate. Please—I need it—”

Patrick deliberately made her drink it, as he wanted her to be more talkative. He was really desperate to hear the full, and above all, the true story about his mother, not the one he had heard from her younger sister, Jo's mother, or his father and uncle. For all of them, she was a flawless figure, a perfect person with impeccable character, who could only be talked about in superlatives. After years of working with Nick, he knew that something like a ‘perfect’ person didn’t exist. The more ideal someone seems to be, the more secrets they hide behind layers of facades. The perfection was often just some kind of camouflage.

Chris uttered, the minute the kiss came to an end. "So what if you did all that. The fact remains that I still love you, and I can see it in your eyes, that you also love me to. So what if you did all that, I'm done looking for the perfect man. I want you, I want your imperfections in my life." Anna said she tries to kiss him again, but he stops her. "I have a lot of imperfections Anna. I smoke, I drink, I am as poor as a church rat, and definitely I am not the goody two shoes kind of guy. I am so much imperfect in many ways." Chris said to her, gazing deep into her eyes.

Still I didn't ran away , my pace wasn't hurried , I wished my mother would rush behind me . She didn't. She never does . After all it was her absolute humiliation and embrassment that she created some one so ugly and imperfect like me . I was nothing just an imperfect imitation and Once upon a pageant queen of every pageant of my mother wanted nothing more than to wipe this imperfection off her perfect family . Only she couldn't And neither could I.

He used his left hand to pin her right hand to the bed while the other hand of his was stretched out to collect the phone. Joyce held her breath. He was so intimately pressed against her. Their gaze met and stilled. She opened her gob to protest but he covered it with his and devoured it hungrily. She struggled beneath him and punched him with her but he soon pinned it down. He didn't let her go until she could no longer resist the temptation but respond eagerly to his actions. He was getting more impatient and started undressing her while she returned the favor till they were almost nude. She got her hands busy with his back as he supported his weight with his elbows on either side of her b