Perfectly Flawed Meaning Novels & Stories

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

In truth, he had succumbed to slumber before I did, his body seeking respite from the day's trials and tribulations. As I traced the contours of his face with gentle fingertips, I couldn't help but reflect on the events that had led us to this moment. His features, though not flawless, held a certain allure that I found irresistibly captivating. Each imperfection told a story, a testament to the complexities of human existence and the beauty that lay within its intricacies. For all his flaws, he was perfect in his own right, a reminder that perfection was but a fleeting illusion in a world fraught with imperfection.

Every thing seems so perfect. "What do you mean?" "I mean you have everything that a normal person dreams of." "You think so." "Yes obviously, you are a CEO,you are going to get married to the girl you love. Everything is so perfect . What else do you need?" "I don't think my life is perfect. Actually I don't believe that anything in this world is perfect. Everything has flaws, life is messy, relationships are complicated, outcomes are uncertain." "Do you have any problems in your life?" "Everyone does , what makes you think I don't?"

It gave her a five-star hotel vibe, only the colors were a little dull—grey, black and white. Diva pouted, seeing everything in its place. It itched her a little bit. She hated perfection because she firmly believed no one was perfect. Therefore, why should a room look so perfect when humans, the smartest creature of the world, weren't perfect themselves? It needed to have flaws. If it didn't, she was gonna make the room imperfect.

I can’t stay in a relationship full of wrongs and pains. But the thing is, I fall easily. It’s just that I can’t sustain it. I’m a flawed, imperfect woman. I have made wrong choices and decisions that made the people around me see me in a different perspective. The woman who can’t be contented, the woman who asks for more. That’s how they see me. But the thing is, they don’t really know what I really am.

The questions you wanted to ask, the answers you wanted to give. Tons to show and heaps to know. Always. [If we could do things the way we are supposed to do; Then it would've been all perfect throughout our lives. But it isn't , for a reason… And that is because life is all about the little imperfections and flaws that sum up it's beauty, that makes us more of what we really are… A human.] Now, let me tell you a story.

I asked obscurely. “Everything and everybody has flaws, Liora. And that’s why the moon is so beautiful. Recognizing the flaws is one thing but accepting them is when you see the true beauty of that thing. Did I answer your question very well?” He quizzed. “The moon has flaws, huh? You don’t hear that everyday. The moon’s allowed to have flaws but I don’t. I wasn’t born perfect, you know? I mean…I-I grew up in a poor household. My father abd mother died when I was still very very young—”

But definitely well built. He tsked, kneeling beside the man on the ground. “Do you know the one thing I hate more than cheats? It's scumbags like you who try to take advantage of women!” He yelled, delivering another punch to his face. “Don't you fucking know what a ‘no’ means?” He gave another punch. “It,” punch. “Means,” punch. “She's not,” another punch. “Interested,” and a final punch before he let him go.

With one deep breath, I find the pitch of my voice, “You have bewitched me from the very moment that I laid my eyes are you. I am not going to lie when I say this, but you are mine. You are the only one that could reach inside me and tame this beast." I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. There is no witty comment or even a snap back at me. "The thing is, princess, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flawless and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs." "Colton, stop…

said Cecep. "Crush?" Tukijo frowned and narrowed his eyes. The boy reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. His hand immediately moved to a colorful round icon. After Tukijo pressed the icon, he wrote the word 'crush' in the column with the magnifying glass. 'According to the Big Indonesian Dictionary (KBBI), a crush is someone who is attracted to or liked.'