Little Imperfections Novelas e Histórias

I grabbed onto my bed sheets and shut my eyes. "You're wet for me baby," he teased softly and in a voice that made me even wetter than I already was. I shivered as I released my hold on the sheets and moved my hands underneath his shirt, removing it and taking in his perfect fit. Why everything about this man has to be so damn perfect?

not the version I chose to be. “I don’t want perfect,” I said. The words came out stronger. I want real.” The space cracked. not fully. but enough. because that broke something. Something it couldn’t resolve. the perfect version of me paused. for the first time. because now it wasn’t complete. It wasn’t aligned. It wasn’t right. The white shifted. Violently. because now it was losing control. losing certainty. losing definition. “You choose instability,” it said. The voice sharper now. less certain.

Cyrus stared at her in silence as she spoke further. “There is nothing wrong in being imperfect. Everyone lacks something it’s fine if you’re not perfect because this tells you that at the end of the day you’re also a human. A human who does mistakes. Being a human is being imperfect.” Cyrus blinked looking away from her as he licked his lips.

No matter how firm his clothes were or how straight his back was or how the pitch of his voice rose and fell, he had his own insecurities and parts he wasn't proud of and so did millions of people. Only in America, they were more expressive about it and most didn't care because being Imperfect was normal. We were humans and making mistakes was as normal as taking a shower. We shouldn't push ourselves to the expectations of gods because we weren't capable of fulfilling those standards. Even gods, were not perfect. With that, he stood from the staircase and felt more in alignment as he cascaded down the stairs. Lu was not feeling well as she'd stayed under the rain for a long time.

“Why would I want you to leave me? I might be an asshole but I’m not stupid.” “Are you sure?” I deadpanned, screwing my eyes. Mir cut his gaze at me, probably wondering why I was acting so weird. Despite the fire burning in his eyes, I remained calm. “If you’re not stupid, then why ask a stupid question?” When Mir only appeared more aggravated and bewildered, I sighed deeply in my chest. “I couldn’t leave, Mir. I couldn’t because...” I swallowed, my cheeks suddenly too hot for my own good. Was it alright to...say it? “...because no one is perfect. You have a past that makes you imperfect. And my imperfection is that I’m willing to look past all that. My imperfection is that I’m just as selfi

, she had pleaded as she stayed tied to a corner of the cave. " She has to. She is a result of your imperfection and one of you has to take care the other; it is either the imperfectionist takes care of the imperfectionee", he pointed at me, " or the imperfectionee takes care of the imperfectionist, and given that you have no other value to me, she has to be the one to take care of you, not the other way round", he said, his eyes flaring up in calm anger.

The drive home seemed like it took forever- even though it was only about 20 miles. I was hoping I didn’t crush Will’s self confidence too easily. I felt awful that he had went through such a terrible accident that would leave him without an arm, and just when hope was attainable for him to be able to fit in, he was deemed unacceptable by society. People were always so judgmental and and broke my heart… especially since he seemed like such a nice guy.

Xander teased moving my head away from his torso. I blushed furiously, looking down I hid my red cheeks. How idiot Iris. You were not supposed to say that. "You don't need to know anything about me. Except..." He stopped looking into my eyes. "Except?" I urged frowning with confusion. "That you don't need to be perfect, as I love finding perfection in your imperfection. And more than that always remember angel, that, you are not born to be perfect, you are born to be you.

It's the ball in my neck, and I want nothing more than it to shrink and leave me alone. I am Emma Rhodes, the model at Model Perfect. Models must be perfect and show off a glamorous life that doesn't really exist. In an imperfect world, that strives for the perfect. The world tells us who we are and what we know. And what I know is this lump, is my doom. It could lift me up or tear me down depending on my test results. I sit in a small chair at the back of the doctor's office. The ticking of the clock is agony, and every strike of the clock makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise. The door opens and a nurse calls my name.

"That our first born might not be perfect. I would never have done it Talon you should know me better than that. I just thought it was fair to give you the option." "Know a lot of so called perfect people that do some fucked up shit. When's the last time you seen a so called imperfect person on the news hacking up people across state lines for fun? I'm thinking this perfect shit has holes in it." I kissed her nose with all the guck she had on it. "Only you would think like that."