Perfect Novel Novels & Stories

“Hello.” “....” Silence. There’s no answer from across the phone. “Yeobseyo.” “....” Suddenly the caller hung up. Tiara just fell silent while staring at the phone screen. Weird. “Is it trying to scare me?” Tiara put the phone back down. Her hands are moving to clean up the old book. The book with the cover of ‘The Power of Darkness’ has a unique shape. The carving of roses with minimalist style on the cover looks real. Tiara’s never seen a book cover like this before. She tried to open the book, but it couldn’t open.

I reluctantly agreed. My confusion did not take away from the absolute perfection of RU. Everything was so organized and reminded me of a well-oiled machine. Which was funny in my mind since that’s what they actually produce. There were so many inventions and ideas around the building. We slowly made our way over to a dimly lit section. I thought it must have been an idea that was put on hold. Until we got closer. Then it hit me. There was an arm on this table. An arm just like the one Will had. He wasn’t kidding. They literally built his arm.

"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." The way she kept repeating that number sent a chill down my spine. However, my sweet smile never fell from my lips as I slipped my arm through Damian's, playing the part of the devoted fiancee. "Of course, I'm serious. I should listen to my boyfriend if he wants me to lose weight. Otherwise, how am I supposed to become his beautiful bride?" Damian finally looked satisfied. … Meanwhile, Talia went stiff. Her expression darkened instantly, jealousy flashing bare in her eyes.

The Perfect Note was a cage made of air. It pressed on them not with walls, but with a relentless, soothing pressure that whispered, Be calm. Be still. Be nothing. It was the most difficult enemy they had ever faced because it didn't feel like an enemy. It felt like a solution.

◇NO POV◇ Anyone will not be blessed with every happiness god makes them to lack atleast onething in their life no matter how rich they're or poor they're But some people never understands what they're lacking or never tries to find it in order to fulfill it because according to them they have everything But people like these when they meet right situation or right person they'll know what exactly they need At the sametime our don have everything rich life, powerful family, handsome features according to world and him but the truth is he also lacks something but he never cares about it though one part of his heart tries to remind him what exactly he needs to survive But he don't have enough t

The liquid rippled into the cup, steam curling like a secret escaping into the air. Isabella gave a soft laugh, leaning into the warmth of her presence. “It is silly. I should be happy. I am happy. Everything I ever dreamed of is unfolding, yet sometimes it feels too perfect. As though if I close my eyes, I will open them and find it gone.” Her words trailed away, fragile as glass. She lowered her gaze to the sketchbook, unwilling to meet Eleanor’s eyes. Eleanor’s hand found hers, warm and steady. She gave Isabella’s fingers a reassuring squeeze. “That is not silly at all. It is called being human. Perfection always feels fleeting, because the heart remembers the storms even when the skies c

The curtains were closed after that, and the comments that popped up were all exclaiming in delight. "No wonder Austin's such a popular villain! Did you see how handsome he was in the morning light? Oh my god, I can't breathe properly." "I think I know why that transmigrator left in the end. Do you know how torturous it must have been for her in the past five years? "She had such a handsome man by her side, and yet, she wasn't allowed to touch him. I'd have given up a long time ago if I were her!" "Does anyone have the emoji sticker with the crotch on fire? Send it to me, please. I need it right now."

“The sky?” Madeline nodded. “Everything. The sea, the air, even the quiet tonight.” She stopped walking, turning toward him. “You know, there’s something frightening about beauty like this.” Nathaniel frowned slightly. “Frightening? Why?” “Because it’s too perfect,” she said softly. “And things that are too perfect rarely last long.”

Because who expects something that evil from someone who’s such a nothing, right? But right here, right now, seated at the long table, a modest buffet waiting, a candle flickering in the center, he was here and he was perfect. The answer to all she wanted tonight to be. Peabody and a bottle of champagne: the perfect combination, she thought as she took another long drink.

And the last part showed the government building an dam on where their camp used to be. Tolase stood up from where she sat and walked over to where we were. She peered at the drawing closely, as if trying to examine it. 'Nice drawing and it's very brilliant. It has a good plot for a dystopian novel. It's just too good.' She said and went back to where she was before. Mr Adisa was still standing beside me. 'Okay, let me rephrase the question, why is it that most of your drawings have a sad touch to them?'