Imperfect Novels & Stories

"I am not good at this." "I know," I said. "I have not been good at this for three hundred years." "I know that too," I said. "I am going to be — imperfect at it," he said. The word imperfect from Zaron Draketh was the most vulnerable thing I had heard him say. More vulnerable than the confession about the curse. More vulnerable than knowing about the mate bond. Imperfect — said by a man who had built an entire kingdom on precision — was the equivalent of another person laying themselves completely open.

“Why would I want you to leave me? I might be an asshole but I’m not stupid.” “Are you sure?” I deadpanned, screwing my eyes. Mir cut his gaze at me, probably wondering why I was acting so weird. Despite the fire burning in his eyes, I remained calm. “If you’re not stupid, then why ask a stupid question?” When Mir only appeared more aggravated and bewildered, I sighed deeply in my chest. “I couldn’t leave, Mir. I couldn’t because...” I swallowed, my cheeks suddenly too hot for my own good. Was it alright to...say it? “...because no one is perfect. You have a past that makes you imperfect. And my imperfection is that I’m willing

I thought about what it would mean to have been paying the particular and specific attention her mother was describing. I thought about what I would have noticed. "She sounds like someone you could learn things from," I said. "I was learning things from her," Lena said. Quietly. The specific and particular quality of the tense — the imperfect, the ongoing, the particular and interrupted quality of a thing that was in progress when it was stopped. "I was thirteen. I had a lot left to learn." She looked at the roses. "I know that now in a way I didn't then. When you're thirteen you think the learning is going to keep happening. That there's going to be enough ti

I had such a hard time at keeping my face straight and not squealing like a fangirl at that time. I will never tell you that I knew about how you tried to propose to me. I know how important it was for you to propose in a perfect way. But Jonathan do remember that if I say yes it will be to you and not to the way you propose to me. It won’t matter to me if you slide a metal band on my finger with a simple ‘Will you marry me?’ It is the emotion that counts. I will always say ‘yes’ to you. I would have said yes even if I had found that ring in my glass. You always try to make everything perfect but Jonathan if everything is always perfect in our lives it will become monotonous. It is little

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