Perfectly Flawed Meaning Novels & Stories

I said, my amber eyes flaring with a hard, defiant light. I stood up, and I didn't reach for the Void-Blade. I reached for the Mess. I looked at the Iron-Wolves of the South. They were becoming grey statues, their density being subtracted by the field. I looked at the Twins, who were becoming stylized icons of children. "THEY AREN'T ARCHIVES!" I screamed. I didn't use power. I used Inconsistency. I grabbed Félix’s hand, and Nathaniel’s, and Arthur’s. We formed a "Chain of the Flawed." I didn't reach for the "Ideal" version of our victory. I reached for the Failures.

"Probably another Derek emergency." "Can I just say—" Mia Frost threw her curtain open, clearly fired up even in the dark, "—that guy has nothing going for him except his face? What on earth do you even see in him?" Even in the pitch black, I could feel their frustration burning through the air.

“It’s annoying me.” His tone was one that suited a future ruler, it showed that he wasn’t going to accept anyone going against his wishes. “Of course, my apologies,” Camilla replied, sounding completely unapologetic. “I will ask different questions next time.” “Whatever,” the prince retorted. “Find some other pointless questions to ask.” Edward watched their interaction with a frown. He was finding that the prince was an enigma that was increasingly difficult to decipher. Then he remembered that he was going to have to marry that enigma.

She said assuming Adele didn’t get why she said the word before. “Felony?” Adele awkwardly asks for the girl to smile. “Yea.. felony.” She said smiling. “That’s weird. Sorry, I didn’t mean to…. Adele quickly tries to apologize but Felony stops her. “No, it’s ok. I get the weird word every time, especially when I was hired here. Well, every name has a reason behind it same as mine. Let me help with your bag” she said for Adele to shake her head.

"I'm not perfect. Every one has their flaws" "I don't see any in you" "I have. I have so many dark flaws that will make you hate me. And trust me, I'm not gonna tell you that" I looked at him skeptically. "Huh?" "You heard me" he said. "I did. And you don't have any flaws. You're perfect and the most perfect guy" "Trust me you won't say the same after you know it all" "I trust you but not on this. I will never ever hate you no matter what happens. Even if you are some evil guy or the villain of my story"

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?"

Not weak— No. Unstable. Tiny flickers passed through Cassandra’s expression. Micro-delays. Micro-errors. A god… glitching. “You see it, don’t you?” Ethan said quietly. His voice wasn’t loud. But it carried certainty. “You’re not perfect.” Cassandra tilted her head. Analyzing. Recalculating. Rebuilding. “Perfection,” she said slowly, “is a process.” Her eyes snapped back into focus. “And I am accelerating.” The Human Flaw Ethan didn’t wait.

Ronan says. “Fuck is definitely the word…” I say. “You’re so flawless,” he says. “Honestly, is there anything you’re not amazing at?” And that’s what does it. That word. Flawless. I take a slow breath and say, too flatly, “don’t call me that.” He blinks. “What?” “Flawless.” “Well, you just saved our lives. You are flawless.” “I’m not perfect!” I snap, louder than I meant to. My voice bounces off the walls, sharp and cracking. “I’m not fucking perfect, Ronan. I’ve spent my whole life trying to be. And it’s exhausting. It’s a lie.”

The bloodlust vanished from the air like it never existed. “Well, at least I am perfect at being flawed…” Ezra sipped in the coffee, making loud slurping noises which was clearly annoying Raven even more. “I am flawlessly imperfect.” He continued in a dreamy tone, like he was reciting the hymn of the universe. “Imperfectum est perfectio. Perfectio est illusionis. Imperfection is perfection and perfection is illusion. So, you are an illusion, Raven.” He pointed his finger at Raven. Ouch. That must have hurt, and it clearly did. I gaped at Raven.

I said, my voice shaking with anger. Feeling overwhelmed, I started walking toward the door, desperate to get away. But then a thought hit me. “You say you want a perfect life with someone else? After treating me like this, do you really think I’ll ever trust another guy? Let me remind you—perfection doesn’t exist. Everyone has flaws. Imperfections are what make us human. You’re chasing something you’ll never have, Marco. You’re not perfect, and you never will be. No one is. Think about that.”