Little Imperfections Novels & Stories

Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.

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 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.”

“What do you see? Because all I see right now is emptiness.” “Put enough imperfections together and, eventually, you will achieve perfection. But even then, perfection is all about perspective. Maybe you and Ivan and your imperfections will make the kind of perfect you both need.” She cupped my cheeks and kissed the top of my head. “Sit here, drink wine, and I will go and call my pain-in-the-arse twin to make sure he’s not taking a hammer to a door or something.”

She talked like she was battling with her conscience. I gently placed my hands on her chest making her look down. "I know deep down, your not the most perfect human being the school thinks you are because I've seen most or probably all of your bad sides but what makes you more imperfect is the fact that you have a heart. A heart that cares and loves even though your karma itself but it's that imperfection that makes me love you more and more. Being Anika is what makes me in love with you." I confessed as I withdrew my hand and she looked at me with a cheerful smile.

D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶G̶a̶r̶y̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶y̶o̶n̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ I need to be alone Please don't look for me It's better I̶'̶m̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ this way I'm so sorry — Rowena Things needed to be kept brief. There was no time to say anything else. She had to get out before the others woke up. Or else she would never get to walk away. It was now or never.

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?!

I won't deny that I liked it and that he made me feel like a woman who is satisfied in intimacy, but it was a mistake. "You can play and not fall in love, I told you that you can enjoy sex." + "I'm afraid I'll like it," I emphasize the last word. Entering the pharmacy that's an hour away from home, since I didn't plan on going to the closest one or calling to have the blessed miracle pill sent to me. Yes! And coincidentally, the pharmacy is called "Impossible Desires." "I hope the name of the pharmacy has power over me." "Do you think the name of the pharmacy is true?" Lucero asks behind me.

Diana stepped out of the shower wrapped in a towel, but when she saw her reflection in the mirror, she dropped it. She couldn't believe it, it was amazing to know that she still had a perfect body. Her breasts were firm, but now larger than before, her waist still looked narrow, her legs were now more shapely than before, and her butt, which had always been her greatest attribute after her face, was arguably now enviable. «At least all is not lost,» She said to herself with a shrug.

I tried to forget him, but it is not working" Chimamanda admits almost in tears. "Come on, Sis, don't cry, don't even try to hide it, let the feelings grow, build something new with him. From what I've researched, he seems to be a nice guy and, most importantly, let go of the past, don't allow it to deprive you of your happiness. Now get up, let's go, you have a Prince charming waiting downstairs". Chimamanda arranged her make-up tools back to their position, looked at the mirror one more time to admire her work of art. She picked up her clutch purse and phone.