In A Perfect World Book Novels & Stories

"Oh, come on. There's absolutely no such good man in the world. Girl, you must be dreaming." "Seriously. Are you writing a romance novel? Do perfect men really exist in the world? If so, please send one my way!" "Wake up! Stop dreaming!" "There's always an evil side. The more perfect someone seems, the better they are at hiding their true nature. Be careful. If he's really that good to you, he must be after something!" My gaze lingered on the last comment, and my smile instantly faded.

“Trap into the seven gates that only those five gate openers have the enough mana to make the keys appear. The necessary sacrifice and the things that should be stir in order to make the perfect destruction. Those facts lead for HIM to leave a crack unto the soul of the prince.” “HE, do you mean?” “There is no one. The most powerful being and the one who wrote everything. Who desire for perfection. Everything from the very beginning is for this book and worlds---” “Perfect destruction.” Jeffrey ended that thought. Disappointed, angry, yet he couldn’t argue about it anymore. For that is what the Supreme One desires. “The perfect destruction of the other six worlds and book in order to mend th

A new symbol appeared beneath them. A closed circle. Aria stared. "What does it mean?" "Everything." The alternate Aria stepped forward. "I didn't choose control." She looked around. "I chose perfection." THE PERFECT WORLD The alternate Aria snapped her fingers. Everything changed. The broken buildings repaired themselves. The sky became blue. The dead planets became alive. Everyone appeared in perfect health. Aria's mother appeared. Her father. People they had lost. Everyone was smiling. Ava stared. "This is..."

One more chapter to go. Dear Reader, As I turn the final page of Perfect Love, I want to express how much your journey alongside these characters has meant to me. This story was about exploring the idea of love in its purest form, amidst the imperfections of life. I hope it inspired you to believe in the beauty of love, even when it’s not perfect. Writing this book allowed me to delve into the intricacies of human emotions, and I’m grateful for every moment you spent with these characters.

“What? Noooo. It’s a quote Sigmund Freud used in the beginning of his book The Interpretation of Dreams. It translates to: 'If I cannot deflect the will of heaven, then I shall move hell.'” Kate keeps looking at Ms. Perfect with bug eyes and her lips set into a thin slit like she has just bitten off a piece of green tamarind. She wasn’t off the mark when she thought this was an Inquisition and Ms. Perfect had been possessed. Perhaps, after a month and about a dozen days, Ms. Perfect has finally lost her composure and seen that Kate is a lost cause. Kate has daydreamed countless times that Ms. Perfect had a secret lever that she would pull, opening a trapdoor under Kate’s chair and sending he

It is not the happy ever after as portrayed in the movies but a facade. Love is a weapon of weakness that is only of benefit to those who seek to exploit it. “Miss Waters.” Carlos called. No response. “Miss Waters.” No response. “Miss Ivy Waters!” He called with a loud voice, pulling her out of her thoughts. Ivy jerked at the sound of his voice. She didn't realize she had been so lost in her own little world. Whatever the case, she didn't feel guilty or embarrassed for it. Still, she had to play the part.

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."

I want them to experience how amazing the world can be but it's still far from my reach- it's so far from our reach and I know that they can never imagine it for they have no idea that the world was once an amazing one. I know it wasn't perfect in the past, there are still lots of problems but that world is better than this one which can already be called hell. Once I succeed in my mission, I'll do everything to fix this. I want to at least see a happy world that isn't perfect but can make people feel safe and after that, I can already freely die without thinking that my future family will have a problem with the place I made them.

Tears feel my eyes as I realize what was happening. The fire is spreading and our house is falling apart. She hears it too and begins to cry. “I wish I had never been so stubborn Lia. I shouldn't have even argued with you at all”.My heart breaks, I couldn't bear to see her in this condition at all. “It doesn't matter now, let's get out of here and then maybe I would give you the smacking you deserve”. There is a smile on my face. I see her smile too and let out a small laugh. “Now come on, remember baby steps”. She slowly comes out of the corner and I nod my head in approval. “Little by little you can do it”. I continue to encourage her.I hear a creak and a crackle, I look up and see the cab

I bring her favorite white roses and tell her that there is still good in the world. I tell her that evil is always punished. And I tell her that good people are always remembered. Rest in peace, Mary. The world owed you justice, and I have delivered it.