Novel Imperfect Novels & Stories

Only that smooth, untouched facade had changed a great deal - now she knew there were imperfections underneath that he tried and tried and tried again to polish down. She liked that. Neither of them were perfect, and neither was their relationship that was so full of complications and busy schedules and having almost no time alone anymore. So it would be strange if they were perfect now. It just wouldn't feel real. Besides, perfect was overrated. As she was slowly learning, had been slowly learning all this time and was not starting to understand - she had to be fine with 'okay.' And if this was 'okay,' she thought as Atlas pressed his lips to her forehead and stroked the small of her back i

They are never and will never be satisfied no matter how good you treat them. They will always ask for favors but they will never have gratitude for it. They make you feel inferior and not good enough. You do not need to be good enough. You are perfect the way you are. I cannot say all but there are many other lessons to grasp from this story. Hope you loved it. And I will be much more pleased to meet you all in my next novel “Regained My LOVE (When the past hunts)” Genre: Romans The earlier novel I wrote is my first and best novel so far. I will love you, folks, to look if you have not yet.

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 smothered the doubts in my chest again and again, forcing myself to believe it was just an act, nothing more. However, I never imagined that once the first crack appeared in the heart, the dam would burst faster than you ever thought it could.

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.

“Maybe that’s why I need you. You don’t let the chaos win.” She rolled her eyes, trying to deflect all the sweet praise from what he said. “You need me because I’m good at my job. Don’t make it personal.” “It already is,” Roman answered, his voice lower. The air moved between them, the lines she had boldy tried establishing blurring in ways she wasn’t ready to accept. "I am going to rest my head" Ava said closing her eyes immediately as she tried to ruin the weird tension. By morning, Ava’s phone buzzed with hundreds of messages. The article had gone viral, and the damage was spreading. Clara called first, her voice rigid.

Dave murmured with determination. Repeatedly, Aurora tossed and turned on the bed, unable to close her eyes even for a moment. Her thoughts and feelings seemed to wander aimlessly. An undefined presence in her heart. Restlessness without a clear reason left her frustrated. She wasn't ready to fall in love and get her heart broken at the same time.

"That wife is just a tool. She deserves it!" Liam released Chloe and turned back to me. His expression was cold again. "Now you understand, right? Our marriage was a sham from the start. But why did you have to blow it all up?" he demanded. "We each got what we wanted. Couldn't we just leave it at that? You had to come here and make a scene. Are you happy now?" He wasn't guilty for being caught. He was annoyed. Annoyed that I’d crashed his perfect little world.

Out of everyone, why did he have to be the one there that night? I mentally groaned. This was bad. This wasn't how I envisioned my internship to go. The employees of the Santiago enterprise had a reputation to uphold both at work and off duty because their actions represented the prestige of the firm. What would he even think of me? A drunk who just ends up in men's beds? I couldn't let one mistake of a night taint my entire image. That night never happened. I was not the careless girl he met that night. I was Aliya Martinez, the girl who worked hard to earn her place here.

Patrick deliberately made her drink it, as he wanted her to be more talkative. He was really desperate to hear the full, and above all, the true story about his mother, not the one he had heard from her younger sister, Jo's mother, or his father and uncle. For all of them, she was a flawless figure, a perfect person with impeccable character, who could only be talked about in superlatives. After years of working with Nick, he knew that something like a ‘perfect’ person didn’t exist. The more ideal someone seems to be, the more secrets they hide behind layers of facades. The perfection was often just some kind of camouflage.