Perfect World Novel Novels & Stories

She realized the catch. "No choice," Ava whispered, her eyes widening. The Architect looked at her with profound sadness. "Exactly." Perfection required absolute, unyielding control. It meant a universe where every thought, every feeling, every decision, and every single life was perfectly calibrated and stripped of deviation. Elias planned to erase the concept of free will entirely to ensure that no one could ever hurt again. It was a prison seamlessly disguised as a paradise.

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.

I pulled the comforter that was falling off his body up, I might be jealous and a little bit that he could sleep so sounded without me by his side, but I couldn’t risk him catching a cold. I sat on the floor, leaning my head on the couch as I stared at his face intently as if he were my favorite art piece my expression softened. I scrutinized every feature on his face unashamedly because I knew I couldn’t get caught. My eyes moved from his thick dark lashes that were almost twice the length as mine to his straight, perfect nose, down to his deep cupid bow and plump dark pink lips that looked almost red. How could he look so perfect? How could he be so lucky? Definitely, he was God’s favorite

Willow P.O.V. Senior Year: "Hey! Virgin," Yep. Here we go. It's every day if not in school, and then he would call and text me the same thing. You're a loser, and no guy wants you, virgin ass. I rolled my eyes at his comment. "Hey, did you get my message over the weekend, nerd?" He said close up behind my ear. I am trying to get my books out of my locker, but I have no run to move my hands because this jock boy is blocking me from grabbing my books.

She loved reading stories about girls who had suffered unjustly but had happy endings at last instead of reading stories of vampires, witches and werewolves which was the most preferred among the people in her city because she does not believe in its existence as most of the people do, she found such stories scary and preferred happy ending books like Cinderella's. Monalisa slowly lowered her gaze to a book in her hand which was still about Cinderella, this was the only Cinderella book she had left because the others had been burnt by her aunt Lila and her daughter Annabel who was about the same age as she was. “Cinderella and the seven dwarfs,” she muttered, running her fingers tenderly at

The girl glanced at Tukijo and said, "Hey! do not expect me to help and take you to the school health unit. Go quickly and treat your wound!" "Ah, no no... thanks for helping me!" said Tukijo. Then, Tukijo stepped into the school health unit. He never expected anyone to help him. This poor teenager just did not think that there were still people who had the heart to help him. In the school health unit, Tukijo mused, "I can't go on like this. What do you think will happen if I refuse their request?" Tukijo muttered to himself. "I wish, I could fight them." His mind wandered hoping for a miracle. Either he suddenly had super powers, or someone had given him a magical item that could grant his

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

Elena froze. “You remember?” The Source spoke again. You asked me to make everything perfect. Elena's eyes widened. “No.” The memories began returning. Aurelia standing before the Source. Her face was covered in tears. Her world collapsing. People fighting. People dying. People betraying each other. She had been exhausted. She had wanted peace. She had wanted a world where no one suffered. So she had whispered the words. Make it perfect. The Source obeyed. And the perfect world had become a prison.

All of them. Then it returned to darkness. “I am every Sophia you refused.” The Final Temptation The creature raised one hand. A world appeared. Sophia saw herself there. She had everything. Money. Power. Adrian loved her. Lucien was alive. Seraphina was happy. No wars. No gods. No suffering. A perfect world. The creature whispered: “Choose this.” Sophia stared. It was everything she had ever wanted. Lucien looked at her. “Sophia…”

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?'