Novel Imperfect Novels & Stories

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.

Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.

"WAIT A MINUTE, you had sex with him?" I blushed. "Emily, you better answer me." "Yes, we did it." "Oh my gosh, you're so bad! You had sex with a prince!" "I know! It all feels like it's just a dream. I think I'm falling for him again, Gen." "Don't. He's getting married to someone else, Emily. You can't fall for him." Too late, I thought, but Gen was right. I was setting up myself for heartbreak. ______________________

Many times. The outline I started with isn't the story you just finished reading. Characters changed. Plot twists appeared out of nowhere. Some scenes refused to cooperate. Others surprised me so much that I had to throw away my original plans. There were days I stared at a blank page wondering if I had made a terrible mistake by trying to write my own book. But somehow... Here we are. The End. Is this a perfect novel? No. Not even close.

I never so much dreamed about a perfect relationship because I know it’s impossible. The perfect man only exists in books, fictional, unreal, created by imagination. When I met him, I didn’t know he’d dreamed of holding my hand as we slept. I didn’t imagine he’d kiss me softly, whispering how much he loves me. It didn’t cross my mind that someday, the man who just spent one hot night with me, would dream of spending our forever together. Matteo sees himself as a cruel and imperfect person. But for me, perfection is an understatement. Not that I worship him too much. But because I know the extent of his capabilities, and the extent of what he could give for this relationship.

She pressed her cracked lips together. Disgusting. You're disgusting. She thought to herself. Rowena felt like crying. She wanted to cry. But the tears didn't come. A part of her thought she had no right to cry. There was only an insurmountable amount of self-loathing. Heat coursed through her face and body yet again. She turned off the faucet and moved towards the small shower area. Without undressing, she opened the shower head and stood underneath it. The cool water tapping against her body gave a sense of comfort. Not long after, her black shirt began to hug her body. The sensation wasn't strong enough. Rowena wrapped her weak arms around her torso. She wanted nothing to be embraced, to

"At the start of my debut, my publishing team told me that the name Ludwig sounded unlucky. They gave me a new name and wished me success, despite the fact that the name 'Hawkins' only lasted a few years. Now I completely lose my passion for writing." "Don't say that. Name is just a name, while you have what is called talent. The Butterflies is a novel that captivates me. Know that you are an amazing woman, Angel." I can feel my cheeks flushed red. Is this the effect because I haven't heard praise in a long time? "You're exaggerating, Mr. Steve. I'm not that great." "Anna. Harris. Herbert. Their characters are alive. And I love how you turn the ending from novel to film. Herbert deserves a s

I chuckled nervously. He smiled subtly and looked into my eyes, “there’s something wrong with everyone in this world, princess, but that doesn’t make them any less of a person. Having flaws is better than being fake. No one is perfect and they don’t have to be perfect. I find the imperfections about a person more attractive than their whitewashed version of themselves.” “Really?” “Yeah, you see. We say we need to find a mate or a soulmate to complete us. Why do you think fantasies like this exist? Why do you think we feel incomplete in the first place?”

I remind him, letting out a pleased smile when that hits exactly like I intended to, "And I piss you off? Why? Because I hold all of you afloat?" "Because you never let us forget it," he spits out, "Because no one ever asked you to be the responsible one. I like Damon more because he's fucked up like me and he doesn't give a shit about it but you just HAVE to be perfect. And why? You don't have to, man, I never forced you to be this perfect robot you became. I wish you could let yourself be imperfect and fuck up for once, then we would be in the same boat."

“I just realized this morning that you are my most beautiful dream, my prince but who knew what’s in the context ‘and they lived happily ever after.’ I think that’s the tricky part in a fairytale. Nobody knew what happened next,” “A sequel, Tara,” I assured her. “We will not end our happily ever after here,” I promised her, but I needed time. I wanted to tell her, one at a time. When we go back, I will tell the truth about that mistake I made the first day we met. We will start from there... we will begin our sequel there.