The Perfect Spiral Novels & Stories

Amanda made a monologue while shaking her head. *** "I've warned you, someday you will get karma of what you've done. So, why are you begging me again?" "Look, this is a price you get for what you did!" The man returned to sipping the green tea that the waiter had just served. *** A perfect couple is creating by two imperfect people who don't want to give up building a relationship. ~BebbyShin~

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

I asked, crossing my legs. "Sure, Ms. Perez. I know you expect nothing but perfection and my team is the best in the company. I can assure you that," he stated confidently and I nodded with a smile. "That's convincing. I'll call you if I need anything," I dismissed him and let out a huge sigh, thinking about all the events that unfolded today but more importantly my mind was stuck on a certain pair of grey eyes that kept haunting me since that day at the club. It was supposed to be a one-night whatever like he said and of all places, he had to work here.

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Perfect Mess. My Perfect Mess was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.”)

Plugging the drive into her laptop, she opened the first file. It was a sequence of emails, backdated five years. At first sight, they were harmless polite exchanges between board members of a now-defunct tech startup. But the more closely she read, the more uncomfortable the patterns got. The emails hinted to internal sabotage, a purposeful destabilization of the company from inside. And at the center of it all: Evelyn Sinclair. Ava stared at the screen with her throat tightening. Another file included scanned copies of contracts—legal, binding, and all tracing back to Evelyn’s fingerprints. The dates mirrored the downfall of Roman’s father’s company. The timing was shocking, but it didn’t

Only towering rocks encircled the vast place, and from their heights poured silver falls that should have descended but instead seemed touched by enchantment, their waters glimmering with a strange, weightless grace. At the center rose a colossal spiral of gold. It resembled a staircase only in shape, for there were no true steps to it—only a smooth, gleaming path curling upward and upward in a vast helix, vanishing into a bank of glowing golden clouds high above, as if it climbed straight into the end of heaven. Gildeon lifted his hand and pointed. “That looks like the passage leading to her.” Araheen stared at the shining spiral. “How are we supposed to get up there?”

It was silent now, aside from my footsteps, but I still could imagine just how magical it felt when the piano at the center of the room was being played. I kept searching the library; none of the titles stood out to me so I gave up and grabbed the book that was sitting in a cozy-looking chair. I plopped myself down and flipped through the first few pages. My eyebrows furrowed as I closed the book and reread the title. "The Origin of Shifters?" I murmured. This book should be thousands of pages long with obnoxiously dense material, but the one in my hands was maybe a hundred pages and full of hand-drawn pictures.

She was bent slightly forward, drawing against the wallpaper with slow, deliberate movements. Spirals. Over and over. Some small as coins, others as wide as the panels themselves. Each one perfectly proportioned, hypnotically precise. They covered the wall, the doorframe, the light switch plates. Savannah’s throat tightened. She knew these shapes—not from dreams, but from nightmares, from fragments of memory she’d buried. “Mira,” she said, her voice breaking. No answer. Mira-Eve didn’t stop, didn’t even look up. The spiral she worked on bled into the next, like a chain that would never end.

Surprisingly, my soul floated midair. I didn't disappear right away. I watched Healer Petra Holmes gasp the moment the scalpel dove into my skin, and only one kidney was found. "Why does she only have one kidney?" she boomed. "This is ridiculous! How could they make her donate her kidney when she only has one? This is murder!" Just then, her assistant panicked and yelled, "Healer Petra, the patient's stopped breathing. What's going on?"

Fragments of everything, overlapping, unresolved. She pulled back, gasping. The spiral wasn’t neutral. It was becoming. A seed drawing nutrients from every other Monument, germinating in silence. Her hands trembled as she whispered into the mist: “What are you trying to become?” The stone gave no answer, only a faint vibration beneath her fingertips, like a heartbeat not yet born. --- The following morning, the caravan convened in Nayra’s courtyard. Sophia laid her findings before them, her voice hoarse from lack of rest. “The spiral isn’t projecting because it’s still forming. It’s pulling echoes from across the lattice—grief, joy, rage, obedience, balance. All of it. It’s building somethin