Novel Imperfect Novels & Stories

It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f

"Why did it have to be him, of all people? I don't even know why I'm here! Drinking away my sorrows just to forget about him. It's not as if he's that handsome. I mean, Jade has such a nasty temper, and I hate what he does sometimes. Do I even deserve this?!" "It's always like that, bestie. Sometimes, we don't get what we want from life. See, most of us aren't perfect my dear. We just have to make the best out of people even if we think their wrong for us, sometimes. Make Jade a perfect gentle man, Fire. I notice his best whenever he's with you. Have you seen the spark in his eyes, recently? That's the charm you've given to him. I've also noticed the same joy in you of resent. I don't know i

Tomorrow morning she would wash her face and put on some moisturizer and that would be that. Bedtime reading. No novels tonight. Tonight it would be her latest brokerage statement and how she could make things right for Hazel, for the Society group and possibly herself. She trembled with guilt and humiliation when she recalled her daughter's tone and the expression on her face. That had to be right up there with the moment when she'd confronted her husband about his infidelities and his so what attitude.

It was silent now, aside from my footsteps, but I still could imagine just how magical it felt when the piano at the center of the room was being played. I kept searching the library; none of the titles stood out to me so I gave up and grabbed the book that was sitting in a cozy-looking chair. I plopped myself down and flipped through the first few pages. My eyebrows furrowed as I closed the book and reread the title. "The Origin of Shifters?" I murmured. This book should be thousands of pages long with obnoxiously dense material, but the one in my hands was maybe a hundred pages and full of hand-drawn pictures.

Series Order: Book 1- Loathing Logan Book 2- Still In Love With You Book 3- Loving Your Imperfections Mia I looked at myself in the body-length mirror in our room and sighed. I wasn't much into dressing up completely, so I wore a plain white tank top with a short ruffled black skirt and my high-top black converse. I wasn't much into make-up because then I'd forget and rub my face or something, smearing it like crazy, so I wore only a bit of mascara, and that was it.

There was nothing so wondrous as this, nothing so fulfilling as a perfect kiss "A perfect kiss?" Joanna Lennox glared at the last page of her Gothic novel, Lady Jade's Wild Lord. "There is no such thing as a perfect kiss." A perfect kiss was a myth. She was sure there wasn't, because if there were, she would have been kissed by now and known that, wouldn't she? Yet here she was at twenty years old, unkissed, uncourted, and utterly alone.

She carried a pile of textbooks with her. Thump ... thump .... Her heartbeat made Markonah nervous and awkward. Tukijo tilted his head as he watched Markonah put a pile of textbooks on her desk. "Hey! Aren't we supposed to share it?" said Tukijo. Markonah buried her face into her hands. "Oh my! What was I thinking, that it made me throb like this?" mumbled Markonah. After that they distributed books together, then they sat in their respective places.

She literally kissed the ground he walked on and never for once did or said anything whenever he abused her with his words and cold distancing. However, Ivy was different. Her eyes were not blind to see past the camouflage he wore. Carlos never was the perfect husband he portrayed himself to be whenever they were at a gathering. He never would take his hands off her and that made everyone believe that they were a match made in heaven. Even her old self believed that at some point. It's crazy how dumb she was to play along with all his antics and never once questioned the sudden switch in his behavior whenever they were alone. And for that, she had LOVE to blame. It is not the happy ever afte

Traveling everywhere. Instead of snapping back to reality, Emily wanted to linger and savor this incredibly beautiful sight. At the very least, she could visualize the perfect, handsome, and sexy male characters from the romance novels she often read. It was exactly the same – an arranged marriage without love, beginning with the man's cold and aloof demeanor but eventually leading to him becoming smitten with the female lead. Emily's smile unraveled as she imagined what it would be like if Calvin became infatuated with her. But a minute later, Emily shook her head quickly, dismissing her thoughts that were still influenced by the fictional romance novel plot. All of that was purely fictiona

--- “Because I believe it.” She held his gaze. --- “And if you’re wrong?” --- Silence. --- Because that— That was the real question. --- Not hope. Not intention. --- Reality. --- --- Adrian didn’t look away. --- “Then we deal with it,” he said. --- Her brows pulled together slightly. --- “That’s not a plan.” --- “It is.” --- A pause. --- “It’s just not a perfect one.” --- --- Something in her chest shifted. --- Because perfection— Perfection had never been real.