Little Imperfections Novels & Stories

, she had pleaded as she stayed tied to a corner of the cave. " She has to. She is a result of your imperfection and one of you has to take care the other; it is either the imperfectionist takes care of the imperfectionee", he pointed at me, " or the imperfectionee takes care of the imperfectionist, and given that you have no other value to me, she has to be the one to take care of you, not the other way round", he said, his eyes flaring up in calm anger.

The drive home seemed like it took forever- even though it was only about 20 miles. I was hoping I didn’t crush Will’s self confidence too easily. I felt awful that he had went through such a terrible accident that would leave him without an arm, and just when hope was attainable for him to be able to fit in, he was deemed unacceptable by society. People were always so judgmental and and broke my heart… especially since he seemed like such a nice guy.

It's the ball in my neck, and I want nothing more than it to shrink and leave me alone. I am Emma Rhodes, the model at Model Perfect. Models must be perfect and show off a glamorous life that doesn't really exist. In an imperfect world, that strives for the perfect. The world tells us who we are and what we know. And what I know is this lump, is my doom. It could lift me up or tear me down depending on my test results. I sit in a small chair at the back of the doctor's office. The ticking of the clock is agony, and every strike of the clock makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise. The door opens and a nurse calls my name.

"That our first born might not be perfect. I would never have done it Talon you should know me better than that. I just thought it was fair to give you the option." "Know a lot of so called perfect people that do some fucked up shit. When's the last time you seen a so called imperfect person on the news hacking up people across state lines for fun? I'm thinking this perfect shit has holes in it." I kissed her nose with all the guck she had on it. "Only you would think like that."

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?"

"Probably another Derek emergency." "Can I just say—" Mia Frost threw her curtain open, clearly fired up even in the dark, "—that guy has nothing going for him except his face? What on earth do you even see in him?" Even in the pitch black, I could feel their frustration burning through the air.

Not weak— No. Unstable. Tiny flickers passed through Cassandra’s expression. Micro-delays. Micro-errors. A god… glitching. “You see it, don’t you?” Ethan said quietly. His voice wasn’t loud. But it carried certainty. “You’re not perfect.” Cassandra tilted her head. Analyzing. Recalculating. Rebuilding. “Perfection,” she said slowly, “is a process.” Her eyes snapped back into focus. “And I am accelerating.” The Human Flaw Ethan didn’t wait.

I said in a bored tone, watching her tremble a bit at the harshness of my voice. She snapped her finger in my face, taking a step closer as her eyes filled with anger. “Hey Mister whatever you call yourself. Clearly you think you're some kind of hero for coming when you did but that doesn't give you any right to assume things like that. If you're just going to judge someone based on the ten seconds that you've met them, then guess what I think. I think you're an egotistical human that thinks he's some kind of saviour and the world should be at his mercy. Why? Because apparently you…” she stopped abruptly and the next thing I knew, I heard a loud retching sound and I felt something wet seepin

I said, my voice shaking with anger. Feeling overwhelmed, I started walking toward the door, desperate to get away. But then a thought hit me. “You say you want a perfect life with someone else? After treating me like this, do you really think I’ll ever trust another guy? Let me remind you—perfection doesn’t exist. Everyone has flaws. Imperfections are what make us human. You’re chasing something you’ll never have, Marco. You’re not perfect, and you never will be. No one is. Think about that.”

But it was enough, enough to make me mad for ruining my almost perfect day …I do not make any single mistake today…because today everything should be perfect. My jaw tightened. “What is this?” The assistant behind me froze. “I—I’m so sorry, Miss Emily. I will fix it right away.” “You should have fixed it before I saw it,” I snapped. She fumbled with the pin, her fingers trembling. I could feel her nervous breath ghosting against the back of my neck. But then, again the placement was off. Crooked. Imperfect. On my perfect day. “Are you stupid?” I hissed, yanking the pin from her hand. “This is the most important day of my life and you can not even hold your hands steady?”