Imperfect Desires Novel Novels & Stories

“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.”

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

Even my parents have learned to leave and take Maggie with them. That just goes to show that they are wild beasts that do not deserve to live in a functioning society. But they are here and everyone just has to deal with them. But me, being the scared loser that I am, just lock myself in my room away from them. And hey, it's worked so far. "Miss Miracle," Mr. Asshole's voice breaks through my train of thought. "Since you were so obviously paying attention, please read me what is written on this board."

My heart wanted what it wanted, even though it might not be good for us. Tired of dancing, Kirk and I returned to the VIP section, where Kimberly was trying her best to get intimate with Caleb by sticking her tongue in his ear, and he seemed to be making an effort to control the situation. Kirk cleared his throat to announce our presence, and she pulled away from Caleb. I saw her tongue go back into her mouth, and it disgusted me. I doubted it disgusted Caleb because there was lust in his eyes. I was mad at how easy it was for her to get his attention. Was it that men did not fancy strong women? I had heard some people talk about preferences, and it seemed like a girl had to pretend to be du

For once, I kind of want what I want, and the consequences be damned. "Tell me," I whisper. "Tell me what happened. I can't promise you it won't change how I look at you, but I do promise I won't judge you. I want you to let me in, I want to know you, not the perfect guy who brings me Caramel Macchiatos. I wanna know the imperfect one who got himself into some shit he couldn't get out of." He's quiet for long moments, almost long enough for me to think I've pushed too hard. When he speaks again, the words are ripped from his throat. "You could destroy me, you know?"

I started cursing myself for not being around him when he needed me the most. "I wanted a perfect life partner for myself. Your mom was perfect but she could never bear my perfection. So as Nova. Throughout my whole life, I learned a lesson. Two perfect people can never end up together, neither a perfect nor an imperfect person. Both need to be equally imperfect" Why does it feel so good now? While Hearing him like this my pain reduces a bit.