Little Imperfections Novels & Stories

"She's so fat, she's not even my type." At the time, he hadn't cared what his words would do. He had only wanted to end the conversation, now those same words felt uglier than ever. He lowered his gaze. "I'm sorry, this isn't because I need your help." His voice was quiet. "I was cruel, I had no right to speak to you like that, and I know saying sorry doesn't erase it." "It doesn't." She answered honestly. Then she surprised him. "But... I appreciate that you said it."

When I found out I was going to die, I accepted it with ease. My mate, Simon Knightley, came to me with a sullen expression and said, "Zora, Laila has been in poor health since birth. She's an Omega with the weakest healing ability. "One of her kidneys is failing, and she needs a transplant to survive."

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

Why does everything have to be so hard when I finally take the matters into my own hands? I reach the apartment in 15 minutes and as soon as I step foot in my bedroom I break down. I hate myself for coming to New York, I hate myself for befriending Grecia, I hate myself for every single decision that I had taken, heck I hate myself for being born now. It is just too much to go through in just one year of life.

She smiled wistfully, remembering the laughter and joy they had shared. But as she looked closer, she noticed something else. A small, almost imperceptible crack in the frame, a tiny flaw that marred the perfection of the photo. It was a reminder that even in the happiest of moments, there was always a hint of imperfection, a suggestion that nothing was ever as perfect as it seemed.

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.

he murmured while embracing his arms around her waist under the shirt she wore and playing with the edge of her thin underwear. "I won't forget that look on her face when she saw the smoky kitchen. She's always good in showing the disappointment on her face and making me feel bad in an instant. I cried that night. But then, she told me it was alright..People make mistakes and I'm not perfect." "You are." "No, I'm not," she disagreed although a pink tinge colored her cheeks. "You make me feel pretty..But it doesn't mean I'm perfect." "Your imperfections make you perfect to my eyes, Kitten," he said. "Not the other way around."

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.

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

Does she have the time to feel true love and have him as her King? When your life is already planned ahead of you, do you really have a choice to change it? When you’re born with a tiara on your head, do you really think you have the chance to correct and perfect your imperfections? Probably not.