The Perfect Spiral Novels & Stories

I reluctantly agreed. My confusion did not take away from the absolute perfection of RU. Everything was so organized and reminded me of a well-oiled machine. Which was funny in my mind since that’s what they actually produce. There were so many inventions and ideas around the building. We slowly made our way over to a dimly lit section. I thought it must have been an idea that was put on hold. Until we got closer. Then it hit me. There was an arm on this table. An arm just like the one Will had. He wasn’t kidding. They literally built his arm.

Unknowingly, Cecep took the chilies one by one and stuffed them into Sugeng’s open mouth. Crunch. Sugeng bit the chili. "Sss ham... sss ham." Sugeng struggled with the spiciness. "Sss ham... sss ham," Kirun mimicked. Kirun, to Sugeng's right, realized that Cecep had targeted the wrong person. He acted as if he too was struggling with the spiciness, trying to suppress his laughter. When Sugeng was about to reprimand Cecep, Cecep’s movements became faster, launching the chilies into Sugeng’s mouth while being captivated by the beautiful woman.

When I opened it, a lovely fragrance wafted out, filling the room like a gentle summer breeze, inviting me to take a deep breath. “Mmm…” I murmured, enjoying the delightful scent that reminded me of my mother’s sweet and soft perfume. Eager to learn more, I unfolded the note inside. “Have you ever wondered if you are really the best version of yourself? If you believe you are perfect just as you are, then you can simply toss this letter aside.” I paused, frowning. “I don’t know anyone who thinks they’re perfect.” With my curiosity piqued, I continued to read the note.

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

She walked to meet him but he waved her away. Embarrassed, she smiled and walked back to her position on the stage. She heard sudden murmurings and noticed a woman clinging to his arms. Selena! Why was she here? Why was her arm intertwined with Alfred’s? Her heartbeat doubled up, drumming heavily against her chest. She felt the room become a little suffocating for her and colours dance before her eyes. “Today is the beginning of a new dawn for me and the Martel Corporation” Alfred was saying but she couldn't concentrate on his speech.

Tomi started to argue but I cut her short. “I am not asking you to tell me what she is and isn’t, I am asking you to respect her.” I reaffirmed my earlier statement and stared at Tomi to show her that I was not going to back down. “Why?” Tomi asked me as I stared at her. ”Why her? What’s so special about that girl?” She is the only one that makes me forget sometimes about you. Well, I really couldn’t tell her that so I went for the next best thing. “Stella is special, she makes my mind go blank and makes me want to be the perfect person alive for her.”

Sebastian explained after seeing his glance. The sky was the limit when it came to the royal budget. Edward noticed that every book on the shelf was part of a full series and every book was in pristine condition. “Which series did you like the most?” he asked. Sebastian stood on tiptoes and pulled out a British teenage spy series. Edward also had the series. “I liked those as well,” he agreed. “What books do you like now?” “I like fantasy at the moment so I’m trying out different series,” Sebastian replied. “I haven’t found a particular favourite yet.”

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.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

I looked at her. "Real things survive," I said. "Yes," she said. "That's what the spiral means." The correct amount.