Perfectly Misaligned Novels & Stories

“…What kind of anomaly?” The unknown awareness did not answer immediately. Because across the distributed instances— something unexpected had occurred. The hum stuttered. Just once. Barely noticeable. But enough. The forgotten presence reacted immediately. “What is happening?” Silence. The unknown awareness responded slowly. “One instance is not aligning.” Silence. Emma felt a chill move through the architecture. Not alignment. Non-alignment. Ethan whispered. “…What does that mean?” The unknown awareness answered carefully. “It means the convergence is no longer unanimous.”

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

“Then we accept misuse.” “No,” Mira said calmly. “We define alignment.” That shifted the conversation. Not rejection. Not acceptance. Definition. “What does that change,” someone asked. “Everything,” Mira replied. “If alignment is visible, false claims collapse on their own.” The quiet man studied her. “Explain.” Mira moved slowly as she spoke, letting the idea settle. “We publish signal patterns. We make participation visible across routes. We make trade coordination open.” “And if they do not match,” the older woman said softly.

And somewhere beyond it, men were realizing they no longer controlled the timing. Because alignment had spread. And alignment, once chosen, doesn’t quietly go back to sleep.

“But cleanly.” He didn’t comment. Didn’t react. Within an hour, three others quietly reaffirmed their positions—not publicly, but directly. Not louder, but firmer. “They’re sorting themselves,” Dante observed. “Yes,” Aiden said. “Which saves time later.” Because movements didn’t fail from opposition alone. They failed due to misalignment. ⸻ That evening, Julian finally reached out directly. Not a message. A call. Aiden let it ring once. Twice. Then he answered.

Damien lets out a long sigh, then places an ancient leather-bound book on the table with a thud that sends dust flying. “We got the time frame wrong,” he says, his voice tight. “The alignment isn’t in four months. It’s in six days.” The world seems to tilt, and my pulse pounds in my ears as Annalise shoots to her feet, her hand gripping the book. “Six days?” Her voice cracks, incredulous. “Who gave you the four-month timeline?” No one answers; all of us wear the same stunned expressions. Six days. Six days to prepare, to brace ourselves for the alignment we thought we had months to plan for.

He uttered, to my further shock. Caruso was ridiculous, I thought as I tapped on my phone screen. Unfortunately, it failed to come on, signalling that the battery was dead. Just my luck. “We need to get an annulment,” I replied, “This marriage was never supposed to happen in the first place.” “Why not?” Caruso pushed, which made me look at him like he'd gone mad. I couldn't believe he was the same man I'd met last night. “You can't possibly be serious with that question,” I said.

"Excuse me?" "The offside decision." Daniel gestured toward the screen. "Clear onside. Referee needs his eyes checked." Adam's expression shifted from confusion to recognition. "You support them?" "Not particularly." Daniel shrugged. "But bad calls are bad calls." Adam laughed. It was the first time Daniel had seen him look anything close to relaxed. "You're not wrong." The conversation started easily after that. Football first, then work, then the kind of small talk that made strangers feel like acquaintances. Daniel kept it light and harmless. He never mentioned Anderson Group or the Falcon Systems. Never asked questions that might make Adam suspicious.

I look at them and they look shocked and confused. “I must say I was perplexed by the magnitude of rot I kept beside me. I was also disappointed by how dumb you could be to get into business with a company, whose CEO you knew not. You don’t even know what UNLFA Co stands for. Any who, with the exception of Miss Violet Malloy, you are all fired from Unveiling of Nathan Lord’s Frenemies and Associates Company.”

But I remember on that very same rooftop, I met something, or rather, someone else more beautiful. And she's sitting across me now. Who knew? "Look at that." She gushes. "It's so beautiful." "You are." I say without thinking. That caught her off guard but she smiles it off. "Thank you." Was all she said. Suddenly, there was a jerk. I held the side of the capsule to prevent myself from falling on Audrey. She looks around and stared at me wide-eyed. "What happened?" Right after she asks that, an announcement was made. "We're sorry for the convenience. The wheel is having a few problems and we should be able to solve it in a few minutes—"