A Perfectly Messed-up Story Novels & Stories

So this is going to be in Melissa's pov. Sorry about the confusion Imperfections is beauty, madness is genius and its better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring June Pain..... So much pain....... Pain in it fullest was pain itself. The air chilled The ground wet The pounding of drums so close it brought more of that horrible pain. Chained like a crucifier, I stirred from the deep sleep I was forced into. How on heck did I get caught and chained up, everything was going fine so what the hell happened.

"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."

June lunged for Dante, catching his sleeve as they both tumbled down into darkness. They didn’t fall into fire. They landed in a mountain of paper. June gasped, rolling onto the soft, dusty pile. She scrambled up, boots sliding across millions of pages. When she looked around, a sob escaped her. The pit stretched as far as she could see, crammed with old Golden Books, torn photographs, broken wooden spoons. “These are the failed versions,” Dante said softly. He picked up a photograph—him and June in a park, except the sun was a weird, neon green. “They’ve been trying to bake the ‘perfect’ story for ages. We’re just the latest screw-ups.”

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Perfect Mess. My Perfect Mess was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.”)

" A bleak chill spread through me. I suddenly remembered those first few days when I'd just learned that she was pregnant. I'd been so excited I couldn't sleep at all. While thrilled, I'd also been worried she'd blame me for secretly poking holes in the condoms, and that she wouldn't want to keep the twins. Later, when I saw that she seemed happy about the news, I assumed she'd finally come around and wanted children now. I never imagined that this was all but an utterly terrible misunderstanding. While I was secretly patting myself on the back for how clever I'd been, had she actually been letting out a quiet sigh of relief? I let out a bitter laugh, feeling like the biggest fool of all.

She breathed out. Her life felt so perfect it scared her so much. She had the husband of her dreams. He did everything right, and almost always said the right thing. It was as if she was some in some kind of fairytale dream and soon enough she’d wake up then it would all be gone. She fixed her hair and sat down as he showered. *** In Suncity, Love scrolled on her f******k lying on her bed. She paused coming across a post by some motivational speaker.

So far. At Camp Unplugged, that isn’t the only scoop on the counselor. Rumor has it that, when Ms. Perfect was in her 20s, she was in love with a guy and tried to elope with him. Her mother, Mrs. Blanca, found out and ended the relationship by filing a restraining order on the guy. Ms. Perfect has remained single ever since.

Josh spoke up, “it was a misunderstanding.” Josh tried. His steps became heavy. Frantic. He lifted pounds of secrets inside his chest. Pounds. His ribs throbbed. They tried to stop Josh’s movements. But Josh did not let them control him. Perfection broke. It was thrown away. It landed in a dark place where ruined things belonged. “No. I saw what I saw, Josh,” she replied. She stood frozen in the doorway. Her eyes were deep. Disgust circulated. Flickered.

She cried bitterly in the detention center, pleading for Cameron to come see her. But Cameron did not show up. Instead, he had a message relayed to her. "You didn't just steal an identity. You took away someone's complete faith in me. There's no way to make up for that debt." After the ordeal, Gloria had a total meltdown. Her meticulously crafted "perfect stepmother" image, carefully maintained over two decades, fell apart in an instant. The affluent wives of high society shunned her completely. She called Eric, crying and explaining, "It's all Winona's fault. I didn't know anything."

"And I'll make it quick." "So you admit it?" Bianca's voice trembled. She needed to hear it one last time. "The pills you gave me... they were poison?" Matteo dropped the act. He sneered. "So what if they were? You think I was actually interested in you?" His voice dripped with contempt. "You were just a tool. A useful one. Now the tool is broken. So it has to be destroyed." Just then— CRASH! The front door of the penthouse flew off its hinges.