Novel Imperfect Novels & Stories

Because, he was the one who committed them, so who would know them better than himself? He sighed and asked her to continue reading. Next card read: You know, I thought I'm the best. That I'm unbeatable... Next card: That there's nothing I can't do. Next card: I've started to believe that I'm perfect. Next card: I thought I've mastered the art of perfection. Next card: But I only had an inflated sense of myself. Guess, I'm not that perfect. Next card: In fact, I'm one extremely flawed human being.

was admirable is the way everyone has been looking for ways to spoil what he wants to keep. It seems that he wants to continue to accumulate evils, because he keeps insisting and wanting to stay by his side. He was the worst idiot that could have ever been crushed, no doubt, that omen was fulfilled. Williams doesn't seem to know what he wants and now decides to try randomly. If he had wanted to be with the beautiful Thompson, then why does he keep marking distance.

“Then you're basically admitting that you know you’re basic, just like the rest of us. And you know it. I wonder where this superiority complex came from. Probably from always being praised and treated higher than everyone else. But deep down you know you are not that special. But you’ll do everything to try and get rid of those thoughts, which is why you were so desperate for my approval. Because if there’s one person that isn’t going along with what everyone says and praising you for absolutely nothing. Then your world fucking shatters. And what’s revealed, is incompetency.” END OF FIRST ARC

Not improved. Just… changing. Theodore’s voice is tight. “That looks like failure.” I shake my head slowly. “No…” Because I can feel it. Deep in the connection. “It’s not failing.” Aurelion’s light flickers sharply. “…It’s experimenting.” The First Imperfect Choice The pulse releases. Jagged. Unbalanced. Wrong in every way the system used to avoid. It hits the space between us and nothing breaks. Nothing evolves. Nothing improves. For a split second

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."

"Damian, what if Elise still doesn't lose the weight? Won't she be humiliated if I'm standing next to her at the wedding as her maid of honor, looking way prettier than she does?" Damian lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his voice low and lazy. "She has no right to feel humiliated. I already gave her more than enough chances. What man doesn't like a beautiful woman? I told her to lose weight so she could look better. What exactly did I do wrong?" Then, his expression hardened. "I'll just replace her if she still shows up at the wedding looking like a pig and humiliates me in front of everyone. She won't have anyone to blame but herself."

But then you come into my view with that charming smile of yours and those kind eyes, making me forget all these thoughts. Every day you tell me how perfect I am and then you go ahead and point out all your imperfections. Do you think I don’t know you, Jonathan? I know you inside and out baby, I know your flaws but I also know that you won’t be what you are now without them. Love is not about seeing someone as perfect; it is about accepting them with all their flaws and rough edges. You tell me that you have never been in a relationship, you have never committed yourself to someone but neither have I. You say that you don’t want to hurt me but what if I hurt you? I am not perfect Jonathan. I

Before perfection is created, it is imagined. Defined. Designed. --- Controlled. --- Elena Voss had spent her life rejecting that idea. --- Because perfection— --- Was never real. --- Only imposed. --- Only forced into existence by those too afraid of imperfection. --- But now— --- Something was changing. --- Something that didn’t follow her rules. --- Or anyone’s. --- The threads pulsed again. --- Stronger than before. --- Not chaotic. --- Not unstable.

“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.”

"Yeah, I know. Perks of being a neighbourhood kid to the college. Anyways, I called you up again to tell you this. I gotta go. Bye!" "Bye!" I wished back and hung up. I spent the next couple of hours talking to my family and reading Cecelia Ahern's 'Perfect'. I was done reading 'Flawed' before I came here and started reading 'Perfect' yesterday morning. Honestly speaking, I was fond of 'Perfect' more than 'Flawed' because of many reasons but especially of one big solid reason: I shipped Carrick and Celestine more than I shipped Art and Celestine. I just loved the chemistry between Carrick and Celestine and that made me so addicted to the book.