In A Perfect World Book Novels & Stories

“Bring me to your world... but today, I have to finish my work. Remember, I wasn’t here for this,” “Is that your second wish?” I teased her, but she squinted her eyes and shook her head. I stood up to steer the boat going back to the main island. “Do you think I will survive in your world, Blake?” She smiled, walked to me. I took her hands and put them on the wheel, and then I placed my hands on top of hers. “I don’t understand,” I rested my head on her shoulder. “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,”

the difference I truly wanted to make on the world. “I know you don’t have a background in this sort of world, but I’ve seen you rise to every challenge you have been placed with so far at RU and I truly believe you would be the perfect fit for this.” Glenn spoke with ease. “I believe you are a perfect fit as well.” Will spoke up. I almost forgot he was here in the mist of all this. “You genuinely care about our invention. You put so much time and effort into it, that honestly you would be the only one I would trust to run a charity for RU’s humanity projects. You would know more than anyone else in our entire office, besides Dad and I.”

"Kaelen... we could erase the Gutter. we could erase the wars. We could make it so that Elena never had to suffer. We could make a 'Perfect-World'." ​The Rejection of Perfection ​Kaelen looked at the spark of violet-fire. He saw the "Perfect-World" it offered, a world of clean lines, quiet forests, and eternal peace. But then he looked at the "Archive of Whispers" on his wrist. ​He saw the dirt under Elena’s fingernails. He saw the sweat on Leo’s brow. He saw the tears of the first Ash-Born as they looked at the sun. ​"No," Kaelen said, his voice ringing with an absolute, unshakeable finality.

It's all starting to come to life in such a short time. Now it's time to stop waiting and start acting. After everything I read about what happened to Beverly. It's time for us Females to be protected from hideous men like the Choi's! The rights of girls around the world need to be protected! In pursuit of this goal, I will make all those who care only about getting over females and their selfish Greed and money suffer. Their money won't be able to protect them because I'm going to strip them naked! Reading and hearing Beverly's story has brought about a complete transformation in my attitude. I'm setting on making Flawless a place where a woman can be proud to be a woman while making men re

He was the one who designed such a world to be perfect. Oh, how empty. “There is no such thing as a perfect world,” Liam whispered. “We CAN make such a world!” his other self growled, screamed, and his voice crumbled into a demonic roar. “Why are you lying?” Liam asked. “To me...? To yourself?” He turned to the figure of Cynthia, reaching out to him with glimmering wet eyes. They had never met due to Cynthia’s untimely death. But even if they met, would this truly be what would happen?

I was also always there for her when she needed a shoulder to cry on. I had treated her like a little sister, yet this was how she repaid me. Still, I knew this wasn't the right time to expose them. "Elise, are you deaf?" Damian snapped. "Why aren't you saying anything?" I swallowed the fury rising in my chest and forced a smile. "I heard you. Don't worry. I'll take the diet seriously." "Really?" Talia's eyes lit up a little too fast. She leaned forward, practically glowing with anticipation. "It should be enough as long as you lose 40 pounds. Personally, I think 80 pounds is the perfect weight. That's the best weight, really."

"I'm so sorry, honey... I didn't catch it properly and spilled the water. Honey, did you burn your hand? That water looked really hot." Her soft expression overlapped with the memory of her madness in my mind. The last time I had simply poured her a glass of water that was not exactly the 55 degrees she demanded, she had gone insane and tried to hack me with a kitchen knife. I stood there, frozen. Meanwhile, the live comments were flying across the screen. [Isn't this abuse? That water was hot enough to cook a steak!] [Even if Claire can't feel her legs, you can't just do that to her.]

I could feel the current shifting, I could see the dandelions pushing cracks no one planned for. Carl built a machine. But we? we were becoming a storm. And I was this close to getting my very own perfect revenge.

he said gently. She frowned. “Why?” she asked. A deep inhale and he moved back to her side, he told her the whole story. Everything... including the part he had played. “Right now, all we need to do is find a way to keep you safe,” he concluded. “Safe?? Is that ever going to be possible? Will I ever enjoy the feel of life in this world?” she sobbed, her heart shattered at all she had learned. “You will survive. You are a fighter…….you will live,” he encouraged but she didn't need motivational quotes at this point.

The past week had given me a break from reality, but now I had to face it again, picking up where I left off. Why couldn't life always be like it was in Santorini? Why couldn't I stay carefree forever, without any worries? “Something is wrong, Ayva, I can tell,” Justin said. I turned from the window to look at him. He searched my face, a bit unsettled by my expression. “It’s me, isn’t it? I did something to offend you, didn’t I?” I shook my head, he couldn’t be any more wrong. He’d shown me a different life, a happy, stress-free one I never thought possible. Perhaps the reason I felt that was way because I was selfish for wanting to stay in that perfect state and forget about my reality.