The Perfect Story Book Novels & Stories

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

She threw herself into his arms. "Really? You really love me?" "Of course, my baby," Liam said, holding her tight. "That woman was just a tool, a stepping stone. You are my whole world." They clung to each other, as if no one else existed. The crowd murmured in understanding. "Oh, so that's how it is!" "Marriages for business are common in high society." "Mr. Vance and Miss Chloe are the real love story!" "That wife is just a tool. She deserves it!"

"The best option now is for you to redo your senior year with Nicole. I'll see you on campus one year from now. Nothing's going to change during this time. It's not a big deal." Not a big deal? My whole body started to shake uncontrollably. "Preston Nolin, do you know what a 626 score means?" I asked. "It's the top one percent in the entire state. "I woke up at 4:30 am and went to sleep at midnight every day. I was doing practice exams even on New Year's Day. I threw myself into studying for three straight years to get that 626, and you say it's 'not a big deal' and that I should just redo my senior year?"

I sit on the edge of the bed and pull the blanket up to her chin. “Story,” she demands softly, eyes already drooping. I smile. “You don’t ask. You order.” She grins, entirely unashamed. I reach for the book she picked earlier, a soft-covered children’s romance about a brave princess and a gentle knight who travel across kingdoms to find each other again. I hadn’t thought much of it when she chose it. Now I wonder if children instinctively gravitate toward truths adults try to avoid. I begin reading, my voice calm, warm, steady.

They won't understand that the money I spent on that book is from paid errands I did and from tasks I do for my classmates and others who need research done for them. "This book is not educational, you have to understand that falling in love is not the way to success, nor is it a way to feed us," my mother exploded, giving a strong blow to the dining table, which is her way of releasing her anger and demonstrating that she's in control. "Mother, it's not what you think," I stuttered, "please, you have to believe me, that book is not mine, and if I had it in my room it's because a classmate asked me to keep it because it's a surprise for her mother's birthday. Please, she begged me."

"Will you read me a story?" She nods, forcing a smile. "If you want. Which story would you like?" "Don't know. Your favourite." "Alright." She opens the book. It is tattered and worn, the binding ready to fail. Some pages from the back are missing and all are yellowed, crisping at the edges. The cover, battered and scraped as it is, is bright, in brilliant jewelled colours; an image of a prince in fine silks and a beautiful girl, riding a flying carpet over a magical city.

I heard my name calling me from sleep. I opened my eyes and I saw that it was Jayden who was calling me. I guess we are home already. He left without even saying a word, I came down from the car with my two heels in one of my hand and the other hand was holding my gown. "Woah!!!, What a beautiful sight to behold this night, this is a mansion. The living room was vast, with high ceilings and large windows that overlooked the garden. A fireplace made of marble and adorned with gold trim sat in the center of the room, surrounded by comfortable sofas and chairs

It made it easy to manage the narrative. The door clicked open, and Ava looked up to find Roman Devereux leaning casually against the frame. He wasn’t what she expected. Most guys in his position—backed into a corner with their reputation on fire—oozed desperation. Roman, however, carried himself like he’d already won. “Ms. Sinclair,” he greeted, his voice low and sweet. He crossed the room in a few deliberate paces and extended his hand. Ava didn’t move. “We can skip the formalities, Mr. Devereux. Take a seat.”

But then he realized something when reading it. Mingchan was holding that thin page and staring at that panel where that robot guy was being kissed by a woman. “W-why is this so familiar?” Mingchan asked himself as the My Perfect Boyfriend w*****n was based on their true to life story. Mingchan was reading everything. He could not stop laughing and giggling until he reached the latest episode.

The silence made her heart pound and she could not keep her eyes away from his. “For a moment I thought I was dreaming,” he muttered to himself. Well, that was understandable since it was a citation neither of them expected to happen. “I’m not giving you this book Ace. Just let me pass so that this can go by peacefully.” “Only if you tell me what’s the big deal with that book,” he said. “There’s no deal.”