The Map Of Tiny Perfect Things Novels & Stories

“That is why I chose this location. The end of the road can only be accessed by anyone that has the map and you have the only copy of the map.” “About the map,” Jimin frowned. “I really don’t appreciate you being a drama queen and leaving it on the floor of my room. I could have easily mistaken it for an old piece of paper and dumped it in the waste bin.” “Haha very funny,” Calisté laughed. “Would kill you if you do that. That is my last map. Hand it over now and let’s conclude this negotiations. Having the two of you over here in one body is making me nauseous.”

My Perfect Abrupt Marriage Chapter 7 Cardyn's When I was young, I used to imagine how life would have felt like if I were in a Disney movie or land. I imagined it to be perfect, additionally not having to worry about money or something like that. However, as I grew up in a rather humble background, I dare not complain for I knew that's the capacity of my parents and I am just fine with it. Though sometimes it's good to imagine if my life was any different from my current status, I didn't want to leave what I had been accustomed to and be treated as though I was some noble lady like what was happening right now.

Except… It was open. A crisp page had been revealed, one that hadn’t been there before. My breath caught. Ink scrawled in delicate script across the parchment, curling in a language only I could read. Beneath the symbols, there it was—a map. A living one. Rivers shimmered faintly. Mountains seemed to shift ever so slightly, like a breath across paper. In the far east corner, a glowing mark pulsed like a heartbeat. I smiled, heart racing. I leaned over and shook Nathan’s shoulder first. “Wake up.”

Ming's POV I was hiding under my blanket again when my phone buzzed with a text. Kamon: Are you okay? You left pretty suddenly. Me: I'm fine! Just tired. Early morning tomorrow. Kamon: Did I do something wrong? My heart clenched. He thought our almost-kiss disaster was his fault. Me: NO! You were perfect. I'm just weird about... personal space sometimes. Kamon: We can take things slow. No pressure.

The main screen was already active. A file had been uploaded. No sender. No traceable origin. Just a single document. “Open it,” I said. The assistant hesitated for a fraction of a second, then did as instructed. The file loaded slowly. Then the image appeared. My breath caught. It was the symbol. Larger this time. Clearer. But that was not what made my chest tighten. It was what surrounded it. A map. Not of the mansion. Something else. Older. Wider.

On the right were closed shops and buildings lined all the way up. Not knowing how to react about it, I picked the paper up. I opened it, peering at my surrounding once again to confirm if someone had misplaced this. Surprisingly I think it was for me. I saw the name of one of the seven of us "King Butt", and a map drawn from my current position to a certain destination. These two points were marked with red ink. The strangest of all things was that, the map pointed towards a thin lane, in between trees. And what I saw was strange. There was no visible lane between the trees. At least not yet.

I asked in shock and surprise. "Yeah, I was wondering what a girl like you might like and I know resturants would be really boring. Then, I thought of arranging like a little picnic," he pulled me closer, gazing at me, "Here, without any distraction and out in the wild. Kind of rustic," he explained with a smile. I was speechless and tried to process everything. This was so perfect. I do like the quiet and serene atmosphere. It looked so romantic and intimate. "Nate, this is beautiful." I finally opened my mouth to spoke and he let out the breath that I didn't know he was holding.

I grab a grey sweatshirt and black joggers and wear them before leaving. I enter in my office and look at the map that I left earlier; I grab a red marker from my wooden pen holder and stare at the map. I mark the area where we are going to attack and start formulating a plan, in midst of all the planning I grab a notepad from my drawer and note down everything that was important. I was in the middle of writing another point when the clock strikes at 2 and I’m reminded of Lucas. I write the last part and keep the notepad aside, close my eyes and lean back in my comfortable chair to relax while waiting for Lucas and my coffee.

We exited the building together, and as we walked past the trash bin on the corner of the street, I subconsciously glanced at it. The dusty tiger car ornament was long gone, just like how my past hurt was slowly growing fainter with the passage of time. Sensing my temporary daze, Caleb tightened his grip on my hand. "What are you thinking about?" I turned to gaze up at him, allowing my lips to pull into a sincere, relaxed smile that came straight from the heart. "Nothing, really. Just about how I want a steak later."