The Perfect Spiral Novels & Stories

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 count till ten knowing it’s the maximum it is going to take for the liquid to be effective. I then walk into Alex’s office and try to find a spot where I can hide efficiently. I look around for few moments before spotting the perfect place. Alex has included new black drapes for the book shelves last week, to keep them away from prying eyes and now it’s going to come handy. I let my slim body fit behind the drapes and stand near the small vase. I then take a deep breath and exhale before pausing my breathing completely.

"I love giving a good first impression" "Oh" he returns his look to his laptop and I'm grateful he's not looking at me. Somehow Baddie makes me want to be so perfect, I mean he is perfect himself, perfect at handling this job, perfect body, would even pass for a model, practically almost every woman would swoon if they were in an office alone with him. I make a mental note to recommend him to Mr. Liendior should they lack any male model.

So this generation of people strive to always cut off the other wing in the hopes of embodying their ideal of perfection, and in doing so, have created a crippled race. -C. JoyBell C. 𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 As I would say, every story has an ending. We've come to the end of this boat but there would be a sequel next year, God willing.

What was her angle? “In thinking of ways to establish peace between the two countries, I do appreciate the numerous ideas that you have suggested and today I would like to discuss something that I have come up with my representatives. In order to have both countries coexist without any tension, it has been decided that Estril will give Paria-Drae sixty percent of all gold. Already acquired and anything obtained in the future.”

A club where deals were cut and secrets were kept. It was the ideal spot to attack. The Mirage throbbed with sound and secrets. Chandeliers threw golden light upon mirrorslick floors. Lena materialized, in black, a half-mask over half her face. Noah and Michael stood beside her. The plan was straightforward: Isolate Leo. Extract him. Kill him. Vincent had volunteered his men as backup, but Lena declined. This was her mission. From across the room, she spotted Leo. Late twenties. Sharp suit. Relaxed posture. He didn’t look like a threat, but appearances meant nothing.

adorned her lapel, and a warm smile played on her lips as she approached. "Good evening," her voice sweet and soft."Are you ready to order? " Elena's eyes met Prosper's ."Yes, we are. I'll have the grilled salmon and steamed vegetables, please. " Prosper's pen danced across her notepad, capturing the order."Excellent choice!And for you, sir?"Her eyes shifted to Ethan. "I will be having the same but please I'll have the grilled salmon with a side of quinoa," Ethan replied his voice slow and smooth.

As she swiped through the pictures, everything seemed ordinary until she stumbled upon one particular photo. It was a picture of a beautifully presented dinner plate, seemingly taken at a restaurant. At first glance, only the plates and silverware were visible. However, upon zooming in, she noticed a hand resting on the table beside the plate, opposite to where the photographer must have been sitting. Instantly, she recognized that the hand belonged to a woman, as the bracelet she wore gave her away. It was clear that the hand did not belong to her, not only because she didn't own a bracelet like that, but also because she had never been to that restaurant or shared a meal like that with Zio

Adele felt like throwing up because of the horrible smell. “I don’t know, Boss. I found it behind the television,” Felony replied, making Harden frown. “Open it,” he ordered. Felony untied the nylon bag. Rotten animal organs spilled out, along with a picture of Adele and Harden tied together and secured with a padlock. “Oh, my goodness!” Felony exclaimed, covering her mouth. “What is this?” Harden asked, his frown deepening. “It’s a love ritual, sir,” Thomas replied.

Spiral‑black lines that snaked toward her hand. “If the Spiral dies,” she whispered, “so do we.” John’s stomach twisted. “I thought we ended it.” She shook her head. “What ended was a ritual, not the source, the core, The well of power. We thought destruction meant death. But for the Spiral, dying is metastasis.” The pool beneath them bubbled. A figure emerged half‑woman, half‑vine, wrapped in spirals of root and blood. Sarah didn’t flinch. She called out: “Rise, Mother.”