Novel & Cerita Perfectly Misaligned

Being semi-famous is annoying sometimes. I also have no desire to make out with Hunter anymore. Hunter is part of my Model Perfect image, we are a package deal. It's unfortunate for me, that Aftershock has a partnership with Model Perfect. We are the 'it couple' and if there is a slip up the partnership is over. Would that be such a bad thing?

For a second both versions stayed, overlaying, wrong. My chest tightened hard. “What the fuck…” “The system is losing synchronization,” Eric said, his tone sharper now. “And that means what for us,” I asked, my voice lower, controlled but tight. “It means you’re inside a structure that’s about to force alignment,” he said. I let out a slow breath, shaking my head once. “Force alignment sounds like a really nice way of saying something is about to go very, very wrong.” Another flicker, no, not a flicker but a shift, the walls dragged, not clean or instant, like something was pulling them together from two directions at once.

she answered. "WHAT?!" Jasmine, Ashley and I said in unison. My entire world flipped upside-down and inside-out at the same time.

Finally they just stared at each other and smiled at each other for a few moments. "Erm... but, my father didn't allow me to have a relationship," said Markonah. "If we're just friends, you don't feel heavy, right, Jo?" The girl intertwined her fingers with each other. "Relationship? What is Re-la-ti-on-ship?" asked Tukijo with his eyebrows knitted together. "I don't heavy, Markonah. I'm skinny." "Oh my gosh..." Markonah touched her forehead, suddenly feeling dizzy. "Are you an ancient human who time traveled to the modern world? Haha."

I pointed out, pushing the tablet gently back to him. “Is that so?” He said, meeting my eyes. I was fuming with anger, but I tried to calm myself. I will not cry in front of him, especially when Blake is not doing anything except banging the table. “You are only seeing pink in the design, but you seemed to forget there are fifty shades of pink.” I stood up. “Pink lace, piggy pink, baby pink, cherry blossom pink... Do I need to continue?” I asked. He scoffed. “And your point?”

"Just like you managed to find another woman, Sean will definitely find the right one." Harvey pressed his head in annoyance. If he knew Angel would mention himself and Caroline as an example, he'd better not have to tell her the fact that he's in love with Caroline. These are separate issues, so Angel can't see Harvey and Sean as the same person. Two people cannot be generalized. Since the first Harvey and Angel were not matched, while Sean is a typical person who does not give up easily. Sean has done a lot of things to get to this point. Sean only needs to marry Angel so that their happiness is perfect, but Angel is so stubborn with her stance. "And the right person for Sean is you. Only

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

“…Yeah, I can’t see it… but I definitely feel that.” The man exhaled slowly. “…It’s trying to make me agree.” Mara nodded once. “…That’s how it works.” “…No,” he said calmly. A pause. “…That’s how it worked.” The moment he said that— the pressure broke. Not reduced. Rejected. The system flickered violently. “…Response failure.” “…Alignment unsuccessful.” For the first time— it didn’t adjust immediately. Because it didn’t understand. “…Why?” Mara asked quietly.

Kaelith frowned. “My presence is fine.” “You are disrupting the alignment.” “I don’t even know what that means.” The energy around them surged. Their powers collided. Not violently. But uncomfortably. Like two forces that refused to synchronize. Kaelith winced. “Okay, yeah, this is definitely your fault.” “It is not.” “It feels like it is.” “You lack control.” “You lack personality.” A pause. “…that didn’t even make sense,” Kaelith added. The pull intensified.