Imperfections Book Novels & Stories

It was silent now, aside from my footsteps, but I still could imagine just how magical it felt when the piano at the center of the room was being played. I kept searching the library; none of the titles stood out to me so I gave up and grabbed the book that was sitting in a cozy-looking chair. I plopped myself down and flipped through the first few pages. My eyebrows furrowed as I closed the book and reread the title. "The Origin of Shifters?" I murmured. This book should be thousands of pages long with obnoxiously dense material, but the one in my hands was maybe a hundred pages and full of hand-drawn pictures.

"And thanks for the compliment." I rolled my eyes at the last sentence. Only he would take an insult as a compliment. "Imperfection is beautiful." I whispered. "If we don't make mistakes, how will we know what is right and what is wrong? Mistakes just bring us one step closer to being more awesome." He snorted. "You stop making mistakes then. You already are pretty darn awesome." I let out a low laugh. "I know right? I am mega awesome." There was a lapse of comfortable silence, until he said "You have changed, a bit." Quickly he added. "In a good way."

Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance. Two beautiful wings is perfection. There is a

I nodded, yes. "I know you're still hurting, but I forgive you, Zenia. No man is perfect so we all make mistakes. All we have to do is learn from them, okay, baby? I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to hurt anymore. We have all our lives to have babies." He started kissing me again, but I stopped him, straightened my dress and pulled myself off the bed. "What's wrong? Was I forcing you?" he asked, studying my body language and making his way over to me.

I was at another climax, my walls held him tighter, my back arch and my body trembled as I released on him inside of me, making it much easier for his thrusting penis, but he had released as well. He fell on the side of me, panting. "You're everything and more." He kissed my forehead and I rested on his chest, listening to his beating heart. "That was so incredible," I complimented. "Because you're incredible. We make such a beautiful match." "You'll soon hate me though." "Emily, I'll never hate you." "Yes you will. When the baby is born you'll hate us both." "How can I hate my son or daughter and my future wife?"

Imperfect — said by a man who had built an entire kingdom on precision — was the equivalent of another person laying themselves completely open. I felt something move in my chest. Not the mark. Not the bond. Just me. Just the specific feeling of caring deeply about someone's imperfection because it was real and it was offered and it was his. "I know," I said, for the third time. Softly. He reached out.

And the reality, as bitter as coffee, seeped through, leaving a stain that no brush could ever cover. So here I am, staring at that ridiculous painting, wondering how I ever fell for such a perfect imperfection.

One more chapter to go. Dear Reader, As I turn the final page of Perfect Love, I want to express how much your journey alongside these characters has meant to me. This story was about exploring the idea of love in its purest form, amidst the imperfections of life. I hope it inspired you to believe in the beauty of love, even when it’s not perfect. Writing this book allowed me to delve into the intricacies of human emotions, and I’m grateful for every moment you spent with these characters.

A/N: Hi besties😊, I’m sorry for the missed chapter, “the newly hired maid is ugly” comes before Who hired you”. It was a mistake from my side and I sincerely apologize 🙏🏾. Thank you🙏🏾🥹.. In the mirror, Adele couldn’t believe her facials, she didn’t consider herself pretty even with her curly red hair but this Adele was ugly. She thought to herself after seeing the mole on her face and then her somehow wrinkled face.

Sam: "Well I always knew you are a clumsy one. Now move your lazy butt. We will be training on music today. So you will have a relaxing session." Casie: "Ok. I guess" Sam's POV I saw her first time on earth when I was asked to pick up her soul. I landed on the earth near a valley and saw her lifeless body in a lovely ball gown. Damn, she was looking so beautiful. I guess she might be going to a school dance. I picked her up her soul and carried her in my arms and started my journey towards Angelina. There was something about this girl. I was not able to take my eyes off her. she was looking so innocent, calm, and hot. Yeah, that was my first impression - she is hot. I also felt like taking s