Novelas y relatos de Imperfect

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.

"Even his body isn’t perfect. Filled with scars and wounds." His words were gentle. Too gentle. I gulped as my gaze fixed on my knees, the fabric of my pants blurred beneath the weight of my thoughts. It’s okay. It’s okay. "Being perfect doesn’t mean it has to be flawless. Perfection is a shattered mirror—broken in places, but still reflecting a flawless image if you know where to stand." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "So, please don’t talk like this about Ace," I added, my voice quieter, my stare still locked onto my trembling knees.

Selena’s hand slapped her across the face “You will speak to my mother with respect” Karen, her stepmother chuckled. “I have one more chore for you and then I promise, I would let you see your mother, tonight” she proposed “You said that a lot of times already. I don't trust you” Mary cried “Not only are you a worthless wife, you are also a worthless daughter. What would your mother think of you when she hears you had an opportunity to see her but you declined it because you were feeling sad? What a selfish daughter”

The sunset melted into the ocean, soft and golden. “why do you love me? ” she asked suddenly, her voice small. Chase chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Because you're perfect.” Perfect. There it was again. That word, like a knife laced in honey. Her smile faded slightly. “And if I wasn't perfect?” she asked softly “would you still love me?” He laughed, not realizing the weight of her words. “well then, I'd have to tarde you in. ” Her body stiffened just a little.

Not perfection, but honest acknowledgment of complexity. It's enough.

I log into I*******m and connected with F******k, I send this nice message to all those invited. "Hello everyone, I was trying to be a little original, but the touch of this wine gives me the opportunity to be clear and precise. The wedding of the year has been canceled and for emotional reasons, I will be away from social media, not because of the kind messages you will leave me, but because I need to find myself and desperately search for the happiness I had lost. With all my heart, I thank you for the good intentions of attending the wedding of the couple who realized today that marriage is not for them. However, that does not mean that I do not believe in love and marriage, only that it

Dave murmured with determination. Repeatedly, Aurora tossed and turned on the bed, unable to close her eyes even for a moment. Her thoughts and feelings seemed to wander aimlessly. An undefined presence in her heart. Restlessness without a clear reason left her frustrated. She wasn't ready to fall in love and get her heart broken at the same time.

I take a bite from the pizza, “Yeah, your body is perfect, I mean I have seen your dick, it is basically the standard, your smile is amazing, and there has been no recorded human being to be perfect, so what is it? Your imperfection.” He bursts out laughing, even the sound is beautiful. I pause chewing to stare at him, “And you, what is your own imperfection?” I shrug, “My family called me a fuck up, my sister called me, Melly the royal and total fuck up.”

She breathed out. Her life felt so perfect it scared her so much. She had the husband of her dreams. He did everything right, and almost always said the right thing. It was as if she was some in some kind of fairytale dream and soon enough she’d wake up then it would all be gone. She fixed her hair and sat down as he showered. *** In Suncity, Love scrolled on her f******k lying on her bed. She paused coming across a post by some motivational speaker.

--- “Because I believe it.” She held his gaze. --- “And if you’re wrong?” --- Silence. --- Because that— That was the real question. --- Not hope. Not intention. --- Reality. --- --- Adrian didn’t look away. --- “Then we deal with it,” he said. --- Her brows pulled together slightly. --- “That’s not a plan.” --- “It is.” --- A pause. --- “It’s just not a perfect one.” --- --- Something in her chest shifted. --- Because perfection— Perfection had never been real.