Imperfect Novels & Stories

Jayler became wickedly confident in a pinch, a short statement from a teenager who accurately distinguishes bad things from good things but still does the bad things regardless. "Then why are you still doing it?" I asked. It’s not like I don’t know the answer but perhaps I just wanted to hear his opinion. "I don't know. Maybe because I believe that we, humans, are perfectly imperfect." Jayler shrugged and the brilliance in him started to show itself. A strong and somehow compelling poetic tongue spat the words out of his mouth. "And how is that related to what I just asked?" I asked further. I thought I knew what he was going to say but his response was such a

He walks towards him and close, slowly holding his face that all of them knew how handsome and a perfect sculpted like he is. “But that inferiority is a huge dissatisfaction. A disfunction.” Wide eyes, Mike is offended and deeply hurt by those words. His emotion that immediately shows on his face. A thing that is worst than death for anyone of them. “Remember Mike, your sin should be at the very top of your head. You should be perfect, be that perfect embodiment. In that way none of us will be disappointed, and maybe Luke will finally accept you.” Words that drops like the world heaviest stone and stab him in the most painful way. The fact that Mike knew to himself that he needed to correct

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, w

My earbuds were crushed underfoot. A soft, gentle male voice crackled faintly from the phone. "Bella... are you okay?" Everything went dark. I lost all my strength. … Was I okay? No. I was a mess. Every inch of my body screamed with pain—like a thousand trains had run over me, back and forth, again and again. I could handle the pain. But if they'd broken my phone... That thought jolted me awake. I opened my eyes to see a dim, warm light on the ceiling. Outside, night had already fallen. I forced my aching body upright, using one arm to push myself up from the bed.

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would thei

Finally they just stared at each other and smiled at each other for a few moments. "Erm... but, my father didn't allow me to have a relationship," said Markonah. "If we're just friends, you don't feel heavy, right, Jo?" The girl intertwined her fingers with each other. "Relationship? What is Re-la-ti-on-ship?" asked Tukijo with his eyebrows knitted together. "I don't heavy, Markonah. I'm skinny." "Oh my gosh..." Markonah touched her forehead, suddenly feeling dizzy. "Are you an ancient human who time traveled to the modern world? Haha."

his last statement made me chulked a bit. I mean, everybody knows how imperfect I am. A woman who literally failed at everything. What is the point of lying just to make me believe he is on my side? “Okay, maybe not everyone is perfect” his voice collided with my thought. Like he could read my mind. “It's not like we have a perfect human anyway, but you are close to being one. You are a woman who does not easily break down. I admire that about you and please keep walking on their necks”

, she had pleaded as she stayed tied to a corner of the cave. " She has to. She is a result of your imperfection and one of you has to take care the other; it is either the imperfectionist takes care of the imperfectionee", he pointed at me, " or the imperfectionee takes care of the imperfectionist, and given that you have no other value to me, she has to be the one to take care of you, not the other way round", he said, his eyes flaring up in calm anger.

"That our first born might not be perfect. I would never have done it Talon you should know me better than that. I just thought it was fair to give you the option." "Know a lot of so called perfect people that do some fucked up shit. When's the last time you seen a so called imperfect person on the news hacking up people across state lines for fun? I'm thinking this perfect shit has holes in it." I kissed her nose with all the guck she had on it. "Only you would think like that."

Only that smooth, untouched facade had changed a great deal - now she knew there were imperfections underneath that he tried and tried and tried again to polish down. She liked that. Neither of them were perfect, and neither was their relationship that was so full of complications and busy schedules and having almost no time alone anymore. So it would be strange if they were perfect now. It just wouldn't feel real. Besides, perfect was overrated. As she was slowly learning, had been slowly learning all this time and was not starting to understand - she had to be fine with 'okay.' And if this was 'okay,' she thought as Atlas pressed his lips to her forehead and