Your Imperfections Novels & Stories

Does she have the time to feel true love and have him as her King? When your life is already planned ahead of you, do you really have a choice to change it? When you’re born with a tiara on your head, do you really think you have the chance to correct and perfect your imperfections? Probably not.

Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.

Still I didn't ran away , my pace wasn't hurried , I wished my mother would rush behind me . She didn't. She never does . After all it was her absolute humiliation and embrassment that she created some one so ugly and imperfect like me . I was nothing just an imperfect imitation and Once upon a pageant queen of every pageant of my mother wanted nothing more than to wipe this imperfection off her perfect family . Only she couldn't And neither could I.

he says playfully, placing his forehead against my shoulder, and making me chuckle. "I'm sorry... Nate, I'm not perfect. There are many flaws to me. Flaws that you may not like. I'm sorry, but I just." I say as I pull away. "Maybe we just need to give it time. We'll just have to wait and see. Only time will tell if we are meant for each other." I say as I cup his face and place a small kiss on his lips.

I wanted to argue, to fight, but my tongue got tied. He let out a small laugh. “You’re just making this harder on yourself.” “Why are you doing this?” I whispered. He leaned back, stretching out like he had all the time in the world. “Because I don’t like imperfections.” I swallowed hard. “I’m not perfect but that doesn't make me perfect.” He tilted his head, his brow raised, shock flashing in his eyes. “Aren’t you imperfect?” I wanted to scream, to lash out, but then he said something that made my blood turn to ice.

He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”

It was a moment I yearned comfort the most and seeing as she couldn’t give and choosed to be judgemental, she shouldn’t have asked me what went wrong with me. I can’t help the nagging feeling screaming at the bsck of my mind, trying to show me how much ‘pathetic’ I looked at the moment. Not like I care. It wouldn’t matter even if I look like some ugly duckling, the rain can drench me to its heart content, I have no one to dress to kill or look perfect for. This time… I will rather embrace my imperfects. After all, my freedom is near. Almost knocking at my door.

"Now I think I got something wrong, I repaired it, Sable is taking an opportunity that sounds genuinely right for her, and our friendship survived the honest conversation. That's actually a good outcome. The mistake was part of it, not a disaster to recover from." "That's a different relationship to imperfection than you had when you arrived in Cascade," he said. "I think so," I said. "I think getting things wrong the ordinary way, without the gift smoothing every interaction before errors could form, has taught me that imperfection is just — part of how people actually know each other. It's not failure. It's the friction through which real things get built." He was quiet for a moment, somet

Sam: "Well I always knew you are a clumsy one. Now move your lazy butt. We will be training on music today. So you will have a relaxing session." Casie: "Ok. I guess" Sam's POV I saw her first time on earth when I was asked to pick up her soul. I landed on the earth near a valley and saw her lifeless body in a lovely ball gown. Damn, she was looking so beautiful. I guess she might be going to a school dance. I picked her up her soul and carried her in my arms and started my journey towards Angelina. There was something about this girl. I was not able to take my eyes off her. she was looking so innocent, calm, and hot. Yeah, that was my first impression - she is hot. I also felt like taking s

Even my parents have learned to leave and take Maggie with them. That just goes to show that they are wild beasts that do not deserve to live in a functioning society. But they are here and everyone just has to deal with them. But me, being the scared loser that I am, just lock myself in my room away from them. And hey, it's worked so far. "Miss Miracle," Mr. Asshole's voice breaks through my train of thought. "Since you were so obviously paying attention, please read me what is written on this board."