The Perfect Story Book Novels & Stories

Because the only way out is forward, even if it hurts. “Wanna hear me read your bedtime story?” I smiled when she nodded. I stood up and walked towards the mini shelf in her room, which housed several stories from best-selling childhood authors. Author TED is, so far, my favorite children’s book author. She doesn’t just tell realistic stories; she weaves tales of courage, faith, hope, and love in a way that moves not only the child being read to but also the parent reading aloud. I picked up The Dancing Princess.

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.

Thankfully, I had a book with me, so I pretended to read. Then it was her turn. I closed the book I was reading and leaned in closer. “The sun meeting the ocean halfway was a concept that Crow and I came up with,” she explained. She got that idea herself; I was just there helping her. "Ohhh," "Woww," "Sweet," “So beautiful,” “So nice,’ "Omg,"

Every one unforgettable. “You and your husband belong in this journal,” the elderly woman said gently. Elena blinked. “We’ve only just begun.” The woman smiled knowingly. “The best stories always have.” ⸻ That evening, Elena showed the journal to Daniel. They sat on the bookstore floor long after closing, reading page after page by the warm glow of a single lamp. “One day,” Daniel whispered, “someone will read our story too.” Elena rested her head on his shoulder. “I hope they learn that love isn’t about perfection.”

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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.

Remember, what you reject today will become someone else treasure tomorrow, and by the time you realize that it will be too late for you. All humans are beautiful. Don't let social media and perception fool you into looking for perfection. Again, it's okay to have a preference. - This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. - The beginning... MEREDITH:

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I found him so cool whenever he shared his faith with the whole family. I marched right up to the bays and handed my card to a teenager cashier at the counter to make a purchase. She was wearing a cute and tiny hairpin on the left side of her ear, her above shoulder-length black hair made her even more gorgeous. "Hello, Miss Astrid! It is good to see you here again." She cheerfully greeted me while placing my books on a paper bag printed with the name of the shop. "Hello, Marianne! Are you done with your class already?" She is the daughter of Mrs. Williams, who owned this bookstore.

She slides into her office chair, arranges her bag, laptop and office files neatly on her large mahogany table. She tells her prayers, an old character imbibed in her by her mother. She goes through the email her P.A sent to her for reviews. "Miss Odenigbo, The Chairman needs your attention". Elo chimamanda's father's P.A informed her. "What does he want me for" ? She asked. "I'm afraid, I don't know Ma'am" she replies and leaves the office. She leaves her office and heads to her Dad's office, she walks into the large office with shelves lined up by the wall, different kinds of business books by different authors are stocked in them.