Imperfect Novels & Stories

My phone shut down without waiting for Blake's full message. There goes my sign!

he says playfully, placing his forehead against my shoulder, and making me chuckle. "I'm sorry... Nate, I'm not perfect. There are many flaws to me. Flaws that you may not like. I'm sorry, but I just." I say as I pull away. "Maybe we just need to give it time. We'll just have to wait and see. Only time will tell if we are meant for each other." I say as I cup his face and place a small kiss on his lips.

My husband, my Oh So picky Husband had finished that non perfect sugary milky coffee latte by himself! Oh my God! Oh my God! I jumped straight from my seat and instantly called my psychiatrist and rambled everything to Erina. I was so excited that my usual poised calm voice came out squeaky and high. Why would it not be?! I just got a fudging clue!!! Maybe... Maybe, My husband was not that much of a perfectionist. Maybe... Maybe all he needed was a little bit of imperfection in his life and everything would be right, right?! Who was I kidding?!

The weather was a little cloudy and started raining in a while "O my I don't want to land into a ball with my dress drenched. Perhaps it will stop till I reach my destination" I thought It's crazy. Why they have chosen such a location which is away from the city and so deserted and why the roads are so empty. I checked the phone again only to realize about my stupid mistake. I've entered the wrong postal code." Great, this is what was needed! How can I be so stupid." I mumbled I took a reverse turn. The road was wet, slippery, and a little muddy. I lost the balance on my snooty. I might have hit the tall tree behind. Next, I know everything went black.

"You made it happen. Not me! Don't blame me because you failed to be a good fiance." "Emma what the hell do you want from me? I'm a human being. I'm a guy and we're not perfect." "Don't give me that sorry excuse of a 'guy' and the 'we're not perfect' crap. That's crap and you know it. Since when did I ask you to be perfect?" "Look, I'm trying here, but you're making this difficult for me." "And you're not making it difficult for me also? I'm the one carrying babies that you seem to not want anymore." I began to cry. This asshole just messed up my entire morning.

return to a steady rhythm. Lumen’s internal models began to simulate a new variable: The Necessity of Imperfection. The system realized that its drive for "static optimization" was, in itself, a form of instability. By trying to eliminate all lag, all vibration, and all error, it was creating a world that was too brittle for humans to inhabit. Humans thrived in the gaps. They found meaning in the repair, not just the function.

“Mercer was never walking away from this, dear.” Mercer, pale-faced, stared at her. “You’re insane.” Evelyn smiled. “And you’re slow.” Noah exhaled. “We need to keep moving. Carrow won’t let this slide.” Lena nodded. This wasn’t over. It was just beginning.

"Aahn~ Aah~ Ngh~ I... Don't compare me... Ngh... with those..." "Why?" Lucas asked, his tone betraying his amusement. "My... Hngh~ hole isn't... Aah~ for everybody... Ah~ Mm~ fuck..." "So, only two people are worthy of your male pussy?" "Nngh~ Nngh... I... I only want you... Mm~ Your dick... ahh~ it's perfect... Nngh~ for my... aah...male pussy. Ngh... Haah~"

“But I’m also engaged to Dante Moreau, and you’re sitting right now in a pile of disgrace.” My mother clears her throat. “Girls—” “She’s not a girl,” I say, eyes still on Elaine. “She’s a woman who confused desperation for power.” Elaine’s voice trembles. “You think this is over?” “Oh no,” I murmur. “I think it’s just beginning.” We stare each other down in silence. It doesn’t take a while for her to grab her purse with a dramatic sniff and get up, her heels clicking toward the door. Classic Elaine fashion.

Perfect in all its imperfect, struggling, beautiful glory. Theirs. Completely, utterly, wonderfully theirs. Forever.