In A Perfect World Book Novels & Stories

It started with sincere love and kindness because doing such things costs you nothing. Thanks to Mr. Stephen, people like him made me a princess overnight. And those that had given up on love, destiny, family and hope... I've come to realize that nobody is left behind. No matter how perfect, or imperfect you think you are. I want you to know that life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly…but merely to be LIVED. Boldly, wildly, beautifully, uncertainly, imperfectly, magically LIVED. Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same. There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman bei

"Thank you for the compliments, but not everything is good, Gisela. Humanity is too corrupt, and one seeks how to save oneself. Not everything is about giving to be right with God, nor are we all neighbors. That's a somewhat complex topic that I would have to explain to you beyond the wise scriptures. Don't look at me like that. I'm not a father; I'm a man who likes to read, work, enjoy life, and give thanks every time he wakes up and goes to sleep." My perfect man! "You're a box of surprises," I smile. It's impossible not to recognize how good he is. "Do you love your parents? Why do they allow you to go through this?" And there I go, sticking my nose into matters that don't concern me. Now

Ethan stood at the center of it all. Not as a hero. Not as a savior. But as the one who understood the truth no one wanted to accept— A perfect world doesn’t exist. But a world that can survive its imperfections… That’s something worth building. And now— It had begun.

“Perfect Lover?” I nodded, leaning slightly against the chair across from him. “It’s silly, I know. But the story behind them is kind of sweet. The idea is that if two people are perfectly synchronized, in the same ‘time zone,’ they’ll never miss each other. But if they aren’t…” I gestured vaguely, feeling oddly self-conscious. “...well, it’s not anyone’s fault. They’re just living in different worlds. Different stages of life, different priorities. You can’t force that kind of timing.” He studied me for a moment, something unreadable in his dark eyes. “And you think the person I’m waiting for is in a different time zone?”

“My perfect sub.” ---

We still have a long way to go, but it's a world I want to see in real life before I die. We decided to have a day off. We decided to enjoy our life without any worries for just one day. We decided to go on a picnic. To enjoy nature and appreciate all that we have. I look around me and a smile makes its way to my face because I’m surrounded by the people I love the most. They’re all okay. They’re all happy. They’re all safe. What else would I want? Just seeing them laughing and happy nourishes my soul. They’re all that I will ever need in my life. They’re my perfect family. ________________________________________________ I really hope you enjoyed reading this book! Thank you for reading my

she smiled at me,"---because you have been missing something important than anything else," "Because to me, I think this world was solely created for us humans to create our very own WORLDS regardless of the time we have here..." that was her last words before her head fell down to the ground leaving my gun on the air. I did not bat an eyelid from what she just said, instead, I feel so miserable inside. I have a dream once. I dreamed that the world is peaceful. People are lovers; they love other people regardless of who they are. They accepted each other's flaws. They accepted each other's uniqueness. They started to see beyond, see what is GOOD and then...

"Okay. But maybe somewhere more private than the library?" "Definitely somewhere more private than the library." As we packed up our books, I felt lighter than I had in weeks. Kamon knew my secret, and he was still here. Still wanted to be with me. Still wanted to kiss me, supernatural complications and all. Maybe Ploy and Bew had been right. Maybe honesty really was the best policy. Even when the truth was completely impossible to believe. [End of Chapter 11]

“Don’t get it wrong, Cressida. No one gets away with saying reading is overhyped in front of me. But I’m making an exception for you. Trust me, once you’ve finished reading, you’ll never say that again.” Cressida wrinkled her nose in distaste and looked away. “I’m not in for a debate…” she uttered. She locked eyes with him once more, her head nodding twice. Her upper lip curled slightly, and her nose tilted. “Reading makes you think about things that can never come to pass,” she retorted. “I mean, many ladies dream of Mr. Perfect, which every reasonable person knows is nothing more than a fantasy.” “Mr. Perfect is a fantasy?!” He exclaimed, and she joggled her head. “What do you mean? Am I n

“I know.” His expression darkened. “And that's why it had to end.” Emily shook her head. “Why?” “Because perfection doesn't change.” The wolf growled. Kael flinched. Emily stepped closer to him. “Keep talking.” Kael nodded. “The First World had no death. No disease. No war. No pain. No fear. Every soul existed exactly as it was meant to exist. Nothing was lost. Nothing was forgotten.” Emily looked toward the wolf. “And that creature?”