Imperfect Novels & Stories

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.

And still, life proceeds. Somewhere, a small village decides not to repair a bridge that collapsed. Traders reroute. Children learn new paths. Relationships adjust. Life continues, altered, imperfect, sufficient. That is enough. The world does not call it progress. It does not celebrate. It does not record it in grand statements. It does not claim it as victory. It simply moves. And those who notice recognize a strange relief in imperfection. A freedom in incompleteness. A clarity in the absence of total control.

not the version I chose to be. “I don’t want perfect,” I said. The words came out stronger. I want real.” The space cracked. not fully. but enough. because that broke something. Something it couldn’t resolve. the perfect version of me paused. for the first time. because now it wasn’t complete. It wasn’t aligned. It wasn’t right. The white shifted. Violently. because now it was losing control. losing certainty. losing definition. “You choose instability,” it said. The voice sharper now. less certain.

label and an arrow. Especially with a soul-searching exercise like the Double Vision Board, wouldn’t it defeat the purpose if Kate copied her answer? “'Flectere si nequeo superos Acheronta movebo,'” Ms. Perfect says out of the blue, sending a surge of fear in Kate that Ms. Perfect has been possessed by a demon because she started speaking Latin. “Do you know what this sentence means, Kate?” Kate pauses to carefully consider her next words. “I’m not sure,” she says hesitantly. “Is it from Harry Potter?”

retorted Caraline who was beginning to force herself to look at Deric through the tail of the eye. Deric opened his mouth halfway, then said, "I don't mean to insult Jeremy for agreeing with what he said, but even if this is real, it doesn't make sense for a perfect woman like Miss to marry a flawed man like me. Anyone would agree with me." "This world is full of nonsense. So get used to it," Caraline retorted, "you being able to even talk to me is pretty much impossible." Hearing Caraline's reply, Deric laughed until his eyes turned into a straight line. "You're right, Miss. How could I have forgotten about that."

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

“ I love you , I love you “ he kept repeating as he trailed kisses down my jaw , to my neck . “ I love you too “ I love him so much that I can feel my heart stop whenever I think a future without him , I can’t even imagine my world without him but it doesn’t matter anymore because he was here , with me . Even if we fuck up this thing that we have now , no matter how much we screw it up .., I could feel that we still will find our ways back to each other . Because even if it wasn’t perfect - and laden with imperfections , it was ours to keep .

Jackson grabs two glasses of white wine from the kitchen as she watches with a soft smile. “It was good to see you like that. To learn about you,” she calls out. Coming into the living room, Jackson offers her one of the glasses and she takes a sip. “I’m glad you think so because I was afraid that I would run you off. I’m more than a little dinged and damaged under the pretty exterior.” She tilts her head, eyeing Jackson warmly. “Some things are meant to be perfect, like that car of yours. A scratch on it would be enough to make most men cry. But people? I think they are meant to be imperfect. It gives us character, keeps us from being robots.” “Keeps us inter