A Perfect Story Novels & Stories

"A show for my birthday?" "That's right. We want to prepare a different gift." "But why do you have to make up stories like that? I don't like seeing you two fighting even if it's just a drama." Harvey bit his lower lip. He thought even harder. "Okay, if Harriet doesn't like it then uncle will change the story. What kind of stories does Harriet really like?" Harriet's index finger was on her chin, and her brow furrowed. "I like Pororo, but lately I like the Frozen."

“I just realized this morning that you are my most beautiful dream, my prince but who knew what’s in the context ‘and they lived happily ever after.’ I think that’s the tricky part in a fairytale. Nobody knew what happened next,” “A sequel, Tara,” I assured her. “We will not end our happily ever after here,” I promised her, but I needed time. I wanted to tell her, one at a time. When we go back, I will tell the truth about that mistake I made the first day we met. We will start from there... we will begin our sequel there.

However, Claire suddenly widened her eyes and pointed at the woman assaulting me on screen, shouting, "Honey, I know who that person is now! It's not me!" She looked at me with loving eyes and said, "Honey, there's actually something I've never told you. Ever since my legs were paralyzed, my mental health has been unstable. I often dream that I can stand up, only to wake up and realize I'm still disabled. Later, I became so disoriented that I couldn't tell reality from dreams anymore." She continued, "I've seen a doctor about it, and she can testify for me! I must have been in a dissociative state, so I manifested a second personality. She's the one who hurt you, not me!"

"You feeling okay?" I didn't answer. I just pulled a stack of photos from my purse. Slap. I threw them on the table. Photos of Matteo injecting patients. Photos of them screaming in pain. Photos of the dead "volunteers." Matteo glanced at the pictures. His expression didn't change. "So?" He cut his steak, perfectly calm. "What's your point?" His casual cruelty sent a chill down my spine. "You're not denying it?" "Why would I?" Matteo looked up, his eyes burning with a crazy light. "Viviana, immortality... that's the realm of gods. And we're about to breach it."

Surprisingly, my soul floated midair. I didn't disappear right away. I watched Healer Petra Holmes gasp the moment the scalpel dove into my skin, and only one kidney was found. "Why does she only have one kidney?" she boomed. "This is ridiculous! How could they make her donate her kidney when she only has one? This is murder!" Just then, her assistant panicked and yelled, "Healer Petra, the patient's stopped breathing. What's going on?"

Then he showed him the last message I sent before boarding my flight. Sebastian opened the message and read it. "Sebastian, I tried for three years. I don't know what I did wrong to make you hate me so much. I've used up all my love and burned through every ounce of pride. I slammed into every wall. I've let go of every bit of resentment and accepted my loss. "From the cracks you left me in, I learned that you were only ever capable of surviving hard times, never sharing good ones. Sebastian, I'm not guilty at all. The problem lies with you. You broke your promises, and you were the first to let go."

A woman who would forever live in their hearts. That was the end of the story, but the grief and love would never truly end.

Her tears, her helpless act, and her fear of being abandoned—there'd be no one to fall for any of it anymore. "I'm not lying," I said, looking at Nicole. "I applied to a college in Sorlington through waitlist admission. I'm majoring in law." Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears spilled out of them nonstop. "How could you do this, Fi? How could you abandon me?" She cried so heartbreakingly that it drew looks from nearby guests. Preston's expression darkened more and more. Then, without a word, he crouched down and picked up the papers scattered across the floor, one by one. His movements were very slow, as if he were deliberately holding something back.

⸻ For the first time… He looked curious. “Why?” ⸻ The empty world shimmered. ⸻ Showing perfect futures. ⸻ No suffering. No loss. No loneliness. No mistakes. ⸻ A paradise. ⸻ And somehow… It felt wrong. ⸻ Very wrong. ⸻ Ilyaan pointed toward it. ⸻ “Because nobody grows in a perfect story.” ⸻ The stars flickered. ⸻ “Nobody learns.” ⸻ “Nobody changes.”

James was only complying because of his parents and not for love. Nothing would have stopped him from kissing her that night bit somehow, the saint in him had reminded him of his vow to never take advantage of her and last night, she was damn vulnerable. He really tried. Janelle Anderson was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Everything about her was perfect. Her laughter, her smiles, her stubborn attitude, the way she stomps her feet to the ground when she's trying to make a point and no one is getting it. Even her playful nature was appealing to him. Her heart was a rare one and she was always loyal to all her friends. But now, he will have to stay away from her, before he repaid t