Perfectly Flawed Meaning Novels & Stories

"What do you see yourself as then?" "What you see me as is what I see myself as," he replied with a grin. "Oh, what do you suppose I see you as?" "A handsome man, perfect everywhere." "You are indeed handsome but the latter part is incorrect." "Eh? Why do you say so?” he asked in perplexity. "None of us in this world are really flawless. There are one or two flaws either pronounced or concealed. But the reality stands. No one's perfect, Phoenix. Not even me and neither you."

"Can you just drop this whole attitude thing? We were both wrong so stop acting as if it was all my fault!" "Okay." She took a sip from her mug and almost spat it, cold coffee was horrible. "I'm sorry about last night and I shouldn't have..." Cold coffee tasted like cow dung water, cow dung soaked in water, not that she knew how cow dung tasted, hell no! "... I'm not perfect Amirah and there's the tendency for making mistakes on my part and I apologise if I'm not everything you want or..." But just because cow dung smelt bad doesn't mean it tasted bad, she should google it later. She was sure some idiot must have tasted it.

Nobody would ever like to hear their parents vilify each other. Bella is sick of constantly being poisoned with things that can damage her heart and mind. It's not enough the suffer all this time. Until Mom and Dad still have to destroy her feeling too. Bella's heart was broken again and again. Maybe now her heart was out of shape, pitch-black from nine years of poison. As cold as the frozen and numb polar ice. Anyone could tell what Bella's heart wants to do now, she doesn't care anymore. Bella considers herself a human who has fallen into darkness, lost without being able to find direction and purpose. There was no place for her to return to but this cold, empty house.

he suddenly asked her. “My life is completed. Who said that a bad decision can change one’s life completely?” She hugged them both. “Who said that one day your will stop with your dumb ideas?” He joked and she hit his chest. “I didn’t even need alcohol to be dumb.” They both burst into laughter. “I accept your flaws, even your flawed resolutions.”

"If I knew I had an audience, I'd have played it better." I don't think it's possible for it to get better. I haven't seen someone that plays the piano as effortlessly as him. Not me, not even Tara, no body. This boy deserved to be celebrated. Who'd have thought someone as weird as Alex could have an heavenly side like this to him. "You don't have to. That was superb." He did an exaggerated Awwwwwnnn even though I could tell he probably get comments like this everytime. "Why Boulevard of Broken Dreams? That's a very old song. "

A sly smile formed on her lips “Darn-tootin’! I rushed my ass right down there to see what was going on for myself, Sebastian was out of his mind, throwing things, yelling at the doctors, demanding they wake you up. It was insane, when he finally realized I was watching his ridiculous spectacle he practically assaulted me, demanded to know who sent you, who your actual parents were, that there was no way a Halfling possessed this much magic.” “I’m sorry… what is a halfling?” She rolled her eyes, “It’s a term we don’t really use because like I said before, you can come from the most powerful witches of the decade and still be a librarian, Mother Nature chooses not your blood line, nature alwa

The word burned. Valentine leaned forward. “Say that again.” Mara held her gaze. “They did not design you to serve. They designed you to observe, adapt, and correct failures in others. You were meant to move between systems, not belong to one.” Valentine’s throat tightened. Not fear. Recognition. “They never expected you to choose yourself,” Mara continued. “That variable was unaccounted for.” Valentine straightened. “So now I am an error.” “You are a flaw that learned to sharpen itself,” Mara said. “And flaws terrify architects.”

The silhouette tilted its head again. “You trust them to protect you,” it said. “I trust them enough.” “Trust is inefficient.” “And control isn’t?” I shot back. “It is… reliable.” I folded my arms. “Then why didn’t your system work?” That got a reaction. Subtle. But real. The space around the silhouette flickered—just for a second. “Because it was incomplete.” “Or because it was flawed.” “Everything is flawed,” it said calmly. “Including what you built.”

Then we would think, “Do I deserve to find and to have perfection?” When I found a flaw in him, I finally understood about ‘the beautifully imperfect’. He wasn’t perfect, but because of it, he was more beautiful in my eyes. I felt like I could be with him because of the flaw. If he were perfect, he wouldn’t need me or anyone else beside him. I might be biased. It was possible it was because I truly liked him. When thinking about it, I wondered if he had similar thoughts about me. I meant, at first, I might look perfect in his eyes, but slowly, he would find imperfection and flaws within me.

not the version I chose to be. “I don’t want perfect,” I said. The words came out stronger. I want real.” The space cracked. not fully. but enough. because that broke something. Something it couldn’t resolve. the perfect version of me paused. for the first time. because now it wasn’t complete. It wasn’t aligned. It wasn’t right. The white shifted. Violently. because now it was losing control. losing certainty. losing definition. “You choose instability,” it said. The voice sharper now. less certain.