In A Perfect World Book Novels & Stories

D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶G̶a̶r̶y̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶y̶o̶n̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ I need to be alone Please don't look for me It's better I̶'̶m̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ this way I'm so sorry — Rowena Things needed to be kept brief. There was no time to say anything else. She had to get out before the others woke up. Or else she would never get to walk away. It was now or never.

Sorry, but I have a purpose and a plan, I was born with it. My elevator guy Sherman was the best. He always had a good word in the morning and it low key made my day! “Hey young blood!” Sherman greeted me as the doors opened. “Morning Sherman.” I responded as we shook hands. “What’s the word?” I asked. “Love! Love is always the word. Love makes the world go 'round. And if you’re smart young blood, you won’t wait 'til you’re an old man like me to find it! Do you know how much time we waste trying to find the perfect person? That’s all hogwash! There is no such thing as the perfect person. In love, the love is perfect not the people.” He said as the doors opened. “Thanks Sherman. I will keep t

And I couldn't agree less, I found my perfect man, a perfect love, a perfect house and a perfect family. He was my Perfect Find. Thank you for reading. How was the story? Do well to leave a comment. (Air your mind or buy me coffee)

Remember, what you reject today will become someone else treasure tomorrow, and by the time you realize that it will be too late for you. All humans are beautiful. Don't let social media and perception fool you into looking for perfection. Again, it's okay to have a preference. - This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. - The beginning... MEREDITH:

he replied, putting his hand gently on my shoulder and turning me sharply to face him. It was a perfectly laid out plan, and it just couldn't be better, but somehow I felt it was just too perfect. Nature, as I studied back in the Dirvina. had a way of ruining things that seemed too perfect. It constantly battles to be the perfection we all need.

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

“It swallowed everything. Helix, government networks, medical systems, orbital satellites—every structure humans rely on. He’s not running an AI anymore. He’s rewriting civilization.” Clara leaned back, rubbing her forehead with the exhaustion of someone who’d been awake too long to remember what rest felt like. “And the world is thanking him for it. No poverty, no corruption, no more fraud. They think they’ve been handed perfection.” She laughed, but the sound cracked. “Perfection built on obedience.” Sophia’s voice dropped to a dangerous calm. “Perfection built on obedience isn’t peace. It’s a cage too clean to notice.”

The shadows of the surrounding objects fell over her thin face, showing her slight sneer. "What do you mean?" "You're so gentle, so kind. Aren't you afraid to be like that?" "Should I be afraid of that?" "As far as I know, kind people are not always happy in this world." "In that case, create another world for me and there, I will be safe." "I see that you have read many books." "Yes. My life consists of books." "You are the perfect man. And how come you're still single?" "I guess I've been waiting for you all this time."

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."

BOOK THREE: THE DEEP FORGE (Jace’s Perspective) Perfection is not a natural state for the world. When you build a machine that runs flawlessly, you stop listening to the engine. You forget the sound of the gears because they no longer grind. For five years following the ignition of the global tether, the world was perfect.