Novel Imperfect Novels & Stories

The marriage had been her idea from the beginning. She had seen him that day on the farm and fallen head over heels in love. Of course, he had only accepted because of her wealth—nothing more. Just like Leah in the Bible, she had been rejected for Rachel. Her sacrifices had meant nothing to him… or to any of them. "But why, Alfred? Was I never enough?" she asked, handing him the folder, a weak smile of defeat plastered on her face. "You were never enough… at least not for someone like me, All you’ve ever been is a spare part for us all—nothing more," he said.

The world had eyes on him, and for a man who thrived in shadows, exposure was death. The Foundation rose where they had all fallen. Not as an empire but as something fragile and human. A network of survivors, advocates, healers. Messy. Flawed. Alive. I tilted my face toward the sunlight, breathing deep. For years, I had lived in fire—burning, breaking, and surviving. Now, there was room to grow. Not every story ends in flames. Some end in flowers. The End

"I am not good at this." "I know," I said. "I have not been good at this for three hundred years." "I know that too," I said. "I am going to be — imperfect at it," he said. The word imperfect from Zaron Draketh was the most vulnerable thing I had heard him say. More vulnerable than the confession about the curse. More vulnerable than knowing about the mate bond. Imperfect — said by a man who had built an entire kingdom on precision — was the equivalent of another person laying themselves completely open.

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Perfect Mess. My Perfect Mess was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.”)

"You made it happen. Not me! Don't blame me because you failed to be a good fiance." "Emma what the hell do you want from me? I'm a human being. I'm a guy and we're not perfect." "Don't give me that sorry excuse of a 'guy' and the 'we're not perfect' crap. That's crap and you know it. Since when did I ask you to be perfect?" "Look, I'm trying here, but you're making this difficult for me." "And you're not making it difficult for me also? I'm the one carrying babies that you seem to not want anymore." I began to cry. This asshole just messed up my entire morning.

At least he was more human to me. It was an odd paradox. We, including myself, loved finding perfection while we were far from perfect. When we found someone who seemed perfect, we wondered, “Are they truly perfect? Or have we not seen their other side??” It was relieving when we found their imperfectness. Maybe for most of us, the desire to find perfection was a longing to have a flawless, good, and suitable thing. However, we also realized our imperfection. Then we would think, “Do I deserve to find and to have perfection?”

I started cursing myself for not being around him when he needed me the most. "I wanted a perfect life partner for myself. Your mom was perfect but she could never bear my perfection. So as Nova. Throughout my whole life, I learned a lesson. Two perfect people can never end up together, neither a perfect nor an imperfect person. Both need to be equally imperfect" Why does it feel so good now? While Hearing him like this my pain reduces a bit.

We were just there, standing. Until he started talking, “You better not look ugly on our wedding day just because you decided to design your own stupid dress. You think you are better than them? You suck and I bet you also suck in fashion designing. No wonder you’re still in your freshman year in your twenties.” “Oh, shut up. It’s simply because I didn’t take those accelerated programs. If I wanted to, I could slap on your cube-like face all the countless recognitions and awards I got from being the best of my class in my freshman year,” I calmly replied. “And to tell you honestly, you’re the one who sucks. You don't even know how to pick the perfect wear. A cummerband and a knee length blaz

“I think we had just started the deal before we could speak about it. Huh?” Now she sounded teasing him. “Well…” He was caught off guard. She smiled. She was so captivating wearing nothing but her messy hair… in a sexy way. She was like a goddess lying on the lounger and flirting while looking at him. “Aren't you losing something or gaining something? The ‘session’ has started, and you will not get anything, aside from my pledge that I won't make a perfect hero anymore. Aren’t that's the reason why you rush towards me? You want me to stop writing perfect men, right? You need to get your ex-girlfriend back. And the only key is for me to make an imperfectly perfect novel hero. Think abou

A/N: Hi besties😊, I’m sorry for the missed chapter, “the newly hired maid is ugly” comes before Who hired you”. It was a mistake from my side and I sincerely apologize 🙏🏾. Thank you🙏🏾🥹.. In the mirror, Adele couldn’t believe her facials, she didn’t consider herself pretty even with her curly red hair but this Adele was ugly. She thought to herself after seeing the mole on her face and then her somehow wrinkled face.