Little Imperfections Novels & Stories

He had the nerve to still text me. Lovely. I open up the chat. Zain (17 missed calls) Zain (9 new voice notes) Zain: We need to talk. Call me. Now. Zain: You can’t seriously be pulling this stunt. Zain: Adele, this is not how you handle things. You’re being emotional. Zain: Don’t ruin your life because of one mistake. Zain: We both know what this really is. One mistake? He slept with my best friend, and somehow I’m the one being dramatic? Men are such gifted delusionists, truly. I open one of the voice notes, just to confirm that, yes, he's still the human embodiment of a douche bag.

“It’s too perfect, you know? It doesn’t seem real. Real castles have tons of flaws. There’s chips in the walls, places that have been torn down and rebuilt. Water damage. Weather damage. Nothing in reality looks that perfect.” Elva looked at the castle now with narrow eyes, as if observing it more critically. “There’s more beauty in imperfect things,” Julian said. “They show growth. Age. Challenge and acceptance. Perfect is boring. Imperfection…” He put his finger under Elva’s chin and lifted her face up to face the sunlight. “Imperfection is life.” Elva smiled. Then she glanced at her sand mound. “I want to try again. For real this time.” “Okay,” Julian said. He glanced over at me. He’d kno

Okoli took a pebble to describe what he meant, he threw the small stone upwards and after a brief moment, it came back, colliding with the ground. Ifeme nodded. "I think I quite understand what you are trying to say. You are explaining the limits that life has put in place to wear us down." "Exactly!" Okoli said with widened eyes. "I am also encouraging you to keep on striving to be the best man that you can be when you eventually grow up and the only way you can achieve that is by overcoming specific imperfections that you have kept inside you for a long period of time. I know those imperfections can be conquered. I know they may not be completely destroyed but I also believe they can be su

It’s like the pull of a drug wondering that he desires me. When he may want to have almost any girl in the world. Every single girl he’s dated has been a knockout beauty. I mean, perfect tens. They are the sort of female featured in magazines. The kind of female who are so bodily perfect, you hate them just for existing. He never dated them for lengthy though. Most of them, he went out with once, and that was it. And I'm far cry from perfect . I appear in the replicate and I see imperfections galore. If even perfect wasn’t exact enough to hold him involved lengthy term, how full of myself would I have to be to think that I could be the woman to change him.

he corrected. “Fine,” I said. “Then I choose you. Again. Knowing how grumpy you are without tea. Knowing how you still flinch when someone drops a tray. Knowing how you’d throw yourself in front of a blade for anyone in this pack and pretend you’re fine afterward.” He swallowed. His hands trembled, the slightest bit. “We are not perfect,” I said. “We are not fixed. We probably never will be. But I still choose you. Every stupid, painful, ordinary day.”

I grabbed onto my bed sheets and shut my eyes. "You're wet for me baby," he teased softly and in a voice that made me even wetter than I already was. I shivered as I released my hold on the sheets and moved my hands underneath his shirt, removing it and taking in his perfect fit. Why everything about this man has to be so damn perfect?

Cyrus stared at her in silence as she spoke further. “There is nothing wrong in being imperfect. Everyone lacks something it’s fine if you’re not perfect because this tells you that at the end of the day you’re also a human. A human who does mistakes. Being a human is being imperfect.” Cyrus blinked looking away from her as he licked his lips.

No matter how firm his clothes were or how straight his back was or how the pitch of his voice rose and fell, he had his own insecurities and parts he wasn't proud of and so did millions of people. Only in America, they were more expressive about it and most didn't care because being Imperfect was normal. We were humans and making mistakes was as normal as taking a shower. We shouldn't push ourselves to the expectations of gods because we weren't capable of fulfilling those standards. Even gods, were not perfect. With that, he stood from the staircase and felt more in alignment as he cascaded down the stairs. Lu was not feeling well as she'd stayed under the rain for a long time.

“Why would I want you to leave me? I might be an asshole but I’m not stupid.” “Are you sure?” I deadpanned, screwing my eyes. Mir cut his gaze at me, probably wondering why I was acting so weird. Despite the fire burning in his eyes, I remained calm. “If you’re not stupid, then why ask a stupid question?” When Mir only appeared more aggravated and bewildered, I sighed deeply in my chest. “I couldn’t leave, Mir. I couldn’t because...” I swallowed, my cheeks suddenly too hot for my own good. Was it alright to...say it? “...because no one is perfect. You have a past that makes you imperfect. And my imperfection is that I’m willing to look past all that. My imperfection is that I’m just as selfi

I nod my head and start getting ready. I have known sadness, grief, and guilt. But losing someone. Never. The makeup lays bare in front of me. My fingers stop over the concealer. But they don't hold it. As if, telling me to lay all my emotions naked. Being perfect is a standard I have always gone for. Today I would change it. I would show the imperfections. Because they are the ones that make me more alive.