Perfectly Imperfect Artinya Novels & Stories

It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f

"Even his body isn’t perfect. Filled with scars and wounds." His words were gentle. Too gentle. I gulped as my gaze fixed on my knees, the fabric of my pants blurred beneath the weight of my thoughts. It’s okay. It’s okay. "Being perfect doesn’t mean it has to be flawless. Perfection is a shattered mirror—broken in places, but still reflecting a flawless image if you know where to stand." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "So, please don’t talk like this about Ace," I added, my voice quieter, my stare still locked onto my trembling knees.

"Don't make this into something it's not. I'm not saying I've chosen. I'm saying I'm starting to understand." "Understand what?" She pulled her hand free and walked to the cave wall, touching the ancient paintings. "These people. They didn't have perfect lives. They didn't have easy choices. They had struggled and lost and died and still" She traced a figure, a dancer frozen in motion. "Still they made this. Still, they left something beautiful behind." She turned to face him. "I've been chasing a fantasy. The perfect family, the perfect love, the perfect future where everyone's happy and no one's hurt. But that's not real. That's never been real."

“But not perfectly.” “Doesn’t have to be perfect.” “It does if it’s going to fool this.” Matteo points at the projection. “Yeah, that thing does not look like it falls for half measures.” Aidan nods slightly. “He’s right.” I don’t like that answer. “Then make it believe the imperfection is intentional,” I say. That gets his attention. “How.” “You said it adapts to patterns,” I continue. “So give it one. Show it controlled instability.”

I understood the command and hastened to comply with the orders. This little mind is a treasure, and I am sure she will become a beautiful woman when she grows up. With a soothing music vibration filling the room, I regained my original position on the bed and lay on my belly, gawking at the screen. “Mom, why would he want to find a perfect girl?” And there, my angel clicked something inside me. I gave her a flying kiss to give me something to write on. Perfection is an illusion; it’s a metaphor to recreate your expectations in a human form. It is okay to search for the one, but the question was, would you be able to fulfill her requirement of perfection?

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?”

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

A DJ mixed music on a small stage, and posters plastered all over the front promised that it was the newest and hottest. From what I can see from here, the real music that will burst your eardrums will start in a bit because that man is preparing with all his equipment. What does it feel like to be surrounded by young people? It's not that I feel old, but after joining the mother's club, I feel a bit out of place. That must be normal for half of the percent of mothers because for the rest, they claim that the other part is insane for classifying themselves as perfect mothers.

He asked rubbing his well shaped nose on Adele cheeks before he moved towards her ear and whispered. “Because you are my fated perfection” he whispered before he looked at her green eyes which turned teary. That’s the first time anyone ever told her words to make her important. Gently Harden took her lips again, this time so slowly but full of wants, Adele gave him back the energy, all the time she wanted so bad to have him it’s here so she let herself free, free from not just her desire but also her life and the world happening around her……

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” “They’re the same,” she said, her voice low. “Every one. Down to the last detail.” He smiled again, but the corners of his eyes didn’t crinkle. “Perfection has patterns, Maya. Nature is symmetry.” “No,” she said, stepping back. “Nature’s imperfection is what makes it real.” Adrian stopped walking. The air suddenly grew heavier, as though the world itself was holding its breath. “Maya,” he said quietly. “Do you really want to go back to imperfection? To pain? To the chaos outside? You’ve earned peace.”