The Perfect Story Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

she giggles softly “I never thought you’re one of those rich kids who prefer to live in villas.” “I do but my mom used to tell me to at least try to experience things once, even if it’s living in a dorm like a college kid.” “Well, I’m glad you found this place. It looks cozy and it’d be the perfect scenery for when I write stories.” She smiled “Will you let me be the perfect prince charming in your story baby?” I teased her as I ate one of the meatballs She blushed “Well no one’s perfect, even in stories. Readers might think that a story is boring because characters are too perfect.” She smiled at me sweetly

"Why also praise stories like that? Are there no other books that are of higher quality?" "Hahaha... that's why, you better read before commenting. It's like you've judged someone 100% bad even though you've only met them for a few days. That's an unfair judgment!" "I only caught what I saw!" "That means your thinking is shallow!" "All right... all right, so what's the point of the story?" "Why don't you just read it yourself?" "Just tell me!" "Hahaha...well, the point is about a man who is said to be the most desirable man, has a perfect life, yes everything. His goal is to conquer as many women as possible as a manifestation of his childhood trauma disorder."

I smiled. Alright, let's stop at the bookstore over there. They'd surely have those categories. We reached the bookstore and the driver stopped. Jessie asked, "Would you like to help me choose the books, Chase?" "Of course, let's go," I replied. We got into the store and made our way to the section for children and Jessie picked out a love story between a rich princess and a poor man. I was sure that Crystal hadn't read the story before. "Do you think Crystal would like this? It's a long read, about two hundred plus pages," Jessie asked.

Even the sofa had her smell. I went into her closet, the one I built for her and hung around for a while. I looked around the clothe filled space until my eyes caught sight of a small leather bound book in the make up table. I walked to the make up table and picked up the book. It was beauty and the beast. I remembered her saying that it was one of her favorite stories. I was not much for fairy tales because nothing about my life was fantastic. All I knew growing up was out to kill a man and how to wield a knife and also how to shoot a gun.

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.”)

“Sorry. Hi. I’m Carolina Alves, C.A. Noite if you want to sound fancy, and I, um, wrote Meow Me Twice: A Feral Love Story.” The crowd chuckled. Ace’s voice carried from the back, warm and teasing. “We know.” I mock-glared in his direction, which made the laughter grow. “So… I didn’t really plan a big speech. I thought I’d talk about what this book means to me, and honestly, what it took to write it.”

We know this is not yet the end. There is a sequel in every story. Ours would have a beautiful beginning, and we will make sure every chapter has a beautiful ending.

I would get four new storybooks for now, and once they got exhausted, I would go for another. “Good evening, ma’am,” the older lady behind the counter said at my entrance into the bookstore, her eyes staying on me. I flashed a bright smile. “Good evening.” I moved over to the counter, where she stood behind it, and placed my hands on it. “What can I get you?” the polite lady asked. “I need at least four intriguing storybooks for a five-year-old boy.” Her brow rose in interest. “Ah, the ever-curious five-year-old boys, eh?”