Your Imperfections Novels & Stories

“It’s too perfect, you know? It doesn’t seem real. Real castles have tons of flaws. There’s chips in the walls, places that have been torn down and rebuilt. Water damage. Weather damage. Nothing in reality looks that perfect.” Elva looked at the castle now with narrow eyes, as if observing it more critically. “There’s more beauty in imperfect things,” Julian said. “They show growth. Age. Challenge and acceptance. Perfect is boring. Imperfection…” He put his finger under Elva’s chin and lifted her face up to face the sunlight. “Imperfection is life.” Elva smiled. Then she glanced at her sand mound. “I want to try again. For real this time.” “Okay,” Julian said. He glanced over at me. He’d kno

We all share this trait. Another trait we all share is wanting to be accepted and loved. And being accepted doesn't happen by presenting perfection Rhen. Look at Sena, she has so many flaws to dictate but Sean and I accepted her. She's weak. We all know that. And this is the reason why we are willingly to protect her. Again, don't be too hard to yourself. Don't forget to be kind to yourself and other. Forgive your mistake. Accept yourself flaws and imperfection. My life too was really imperfect, but life must go on, Rhen.

Do I lack something? “No baby, you’re perfect the way you are. You’re perfect. You’re perfect and you don’t need to change anything about you.” I heard the person say and looked up to see who it was. The person who couldn’t see how imperfect I am. Who couldn’t see how torn I am. I had to be broken somewhere and that’s why I can’t hold a relationship.

“Do you know what it feels like to be a black duck from a long line of golden gooses? What it feels like to be sidelined because you're never enough? When the one you love so dearly doesn't even regard you? Do you know what it means to have insults from family members? Morning, day, and night. Either directly or indirectly because you're not as good as they expect? Do you know what it feels like to stare at the mirror in pain because you're tired of seeing the same damn person every time? An imperfect person who has refused to improve, and is the cause of all your issues! Do you know what it feels like to want to be perfect, but yet you keep messing up? “I question the old man, and he studie

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.”

However, one thing was for sure, she will never regret her decision to choose Deric as her companion for life. In the end, the perfection of love can only be achieved when both hearts can accept each other's flaws. True love was still present in everyone who believes. "I really love you, Deric." END

I didn't call on the Red Blood. I opened my heart. I projected every moment of my life—not the victories, but the **Flaws**. I showed her the time I failed to protect my pack. I showed her the time I almost gave up in the Labyrinth. I showed her the messy, painful, beautiful imperfection of being alive. "Founder!" I yelled. "Look at it! It's not perfect! It's better!"

Silence Confusion Then Realization Eryndor’s eyes narrow “…Something imperfect.” Vireon nods “…Something contradictory.” Aurelion breathes out softly “…Something unstable.” Theodore smirks slightly “…Something like us.” I almost smile “Yes.” Because perfection is its strength So imperfection Is the one thing it can’t optimize cleanly The Final Plan “We stop trying to be better,” I say I look at all of them “We become unpredictable again.” A pause Then I finish “But this time… deliberately flawed.”

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.

It started with sincere love and kindness because doing such things costs you nothing. Thanks to Mr. Stephen, people like him made me a princess overnight. And those that had given up on love, destiny, family and hope... I've come to realize that nobody is left behind. No matter how perfect, or imperfect you think you are. I want you to know that life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly…but merely to be LIVED. Boldly, wildly, beautifully, uncertainly, imperfectly, magically LIVED. Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same. There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman bei