Novel & Cerita Imperfect Desires Novel

Even if I wanted to do it, he never let me. Sometimes I think about it. Why do these girls sleep with him? He was not good looking, was a chauvinist kind of guy and had nothing which a girl would like. Even I could be more desirable than him. But why do these girls go for him instead of me? Is it money? His humongous d...? I didn't know. Oh, I was so frustrated right now. I didn't know why but I was feeling so jealous of him. I mean, look at that girl, how hot she was. Her body was in perfect shape. She had a thin waist, large breasts, pale skin, long black hair and a small face. She was clearly the best one out of all those women he had slept with over all these years. And I watched him cum

I hugged her. I took her in my embrace and she was startled. At first, she tried to push me away but I didn't let her... then she started relaxing in my embrace and I felt her hands returning the hug. And then my heartbeats rose... she was in my arms.. she fits perfectly... She feels so right in my arms... and it is exciting. She is not perfect but I still want to know her imperfect self... and I also remembered what Electra told me a long time ago... "Why every man want everything perfect in the girl? A perfect woman is not the right answer... when even the most imperfect woman can make your heart beat faster... That's right for you.." Finally I realized the meaning of those words... and I

Series Order: Book 1- Loathing Logan Book 2- Still In Love With You Book 3- Loving Your Imperfections Mia I looked at myself in the body-length mirror in our room and sighed. I wasn't much into dressing up completely, so I wore a plain white tank top with a short ruffled black skirt and my high-top black converse. I wasn't much into make-up because then I'd forget and rub my face or something, smearing it like crazy, so I wore only a bit of mascara, and that was it.

“I question the old man, and he studies me in silence. “If you do, then you would understand why I'm here. “I reply, and he shuts his eyes and inhales deeply. “You really want to be perfect, huh? “He questions and I stare at him in silence. “I believe you've heard the saying, beauty is pain. How much pain are you willing to go through, and how beautiful do you want to be? How hungry are you for perfection? “He questions, and I scoff. “ I'd bear any amount of pain to shut my Aunt up. To be a god who would stun everyone, and be mindlessly worshiped. I'm not hungry for perfection, I'm starved for it, and I'd go to any length to attain it. “I reply. Burning as the occurrence from the party repla

He held me close for a moment, trembling against me, before slowly letting go. I collapsed beside him, our heavy breaths mingling, hearts racing. “That… was incredible,” I whispered, every word still trembling on my lips. “I can still give you more than that,” he murmured, folding his hands behind his head as he lounged against the bed. I closed my eyes, letting out a long, shuddering breath, every nerve still humming from what we’d shared. I felt alive, craving more, as if I could sink into him forever. Even if tomorrow he returned to his cold, distant self, tonight had been mine, my secret fantasies fulfilled, my deepest desires brought vividly to life.

My husband craved perfection, he was a perfectionist in every way, from head to toe, in every thing he does. Then Why?! Why not choose me?! I whimpered as these painful questions kept swirling in my head like a rising cyclone, thrashing against my nerves with their painful force. I couldn't take it anymore so I covered my ears and closed my eyes, only praying for death. Death, as sad as I had perceived it to be all my life, now it's my only relief. My saviour. "Madamoiselle" The waiter's soft voice woke me up from my frenzy and I looked at him. He smiled at me nervously.

“It’s getting hot in here, isn’t it?” A sexy smile flashed on his lips. My vision is just focusing on him. And for some reason, when I saw his bare neck, the sensation inside me tensed up. I feel like I wanted to devour his neck. I wanted to devour him alive. An image of him being naked while I’m under him flashed inside my head and fuck! My mind is now fantasizing over his hot and gorgeous body. The scene of us making out kept on replaying in my head. I feel like I’m thirsty and hungry.

The harsh slapping of our skin, his seriousness in digging into me, and my moans of pleasure were the only things I desired at this moment. “Liam, can you fuck me until I have no strength left?” I whispered, putting an arm around his neck. “Sure,” he increased the speed of banging me, and I moaned in great delight. “I want to fuck you every day if possible, stepsis,” he said before kissing me deeply. We both know what we’re doing was impermissible, but we just couldn’t help it. We’d already tasted the bait and, like fish, we’d been hooked. We couldn’t stop now. Even if this path led straight to destruction, at least it was a pleasurable path.

I said. "When everyone called me names, bullied me and refused to feed me, you protected me. Though it was a misconception, you were never ashamed of being associated with me. I had fallen, but I was waiting for you to come through. You never did, so I buried my feelings, believing you had given me all I would get. Then, James, you came through, barrelling through my emotions, sweeping me off my feet. I embraced your love, and I believed it. I fell so hard, and I was glad. It was beautiful even though I believed it wouldn't last, and it was for the meantime, until your parents returned; I was glad for the happy memories I would have before you got married to Emily. But then Caspian came and

"Yeah but then, it's still fun. I'm so going for the post of the social perfect girl. Babe, don't you think I'd be perfect for the role?" I looked away from Kunmi when I heard Aminah's words. She was looking up at Kunle and waiting for his approval but the latter was looking at Sophia and I knew why. Sophia had always wanted that post. "Sophia is going... She wants that post too." Kunle answered her, sitting up straighter and so uncomfortable. Well, talk about having two wives without even knowing it.