This Book Is Perfect Novels & Stories

We say our goodbyes and go our different parts. We walk in silence, our footsteps and breaths are the only sounds that are heard.The night is really chilly —funny how I didn't notice it before— and I instantly regret not bringing out a sweater. I look at Matteo and see that he isn't wearing his jacket, it's still in his hands. The jacket looks really comfy so I swallow and ask, “Uhm, if it's okay with you please can I borrow your jacket”.He turns to me and nods his head. “Sure you can”. I take the jacket from his outstretched hands. “Thank you”.I put the jacket on and inhale his colonge and some other scent on it.Carrots. “I love how you smell like carrots”. I say and immediately I wish I co

“Hello.” “....” Silence. There’s no answer from across the phone. “Yeobseyo.” “....” Suddenly the caller hung up. Tiara just fell silent while staring at the phone screen. Weird. “Is it trying to scare me?” Tiara put the phone back down. Her hands are moving to clean up the old book. The book with the cover of ‘The Power of Darkness’ has a unique shape. The carving of roses with minimalist style on the cover looks real. Tiara’s never seen a book cover like this before. She tried to open the book, but it couldn’t open.

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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.

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.

Baxter’s books. The wooden sign was cracked now, faded from time and rain. The windows were fogged with age. The CLOSED sign hung crookedly on the door. But if I closed my eyes, I could still remember the way the place smelled – like ink, dust, old books, and dreams. Xavier stepped out from inside, the key to the bookstore in his hands. “Why are we here?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He shrugged, but there was a certain softness pulling at the bottom of his orbs

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.

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I feel so tired, and I just want to close my eyes and never wake up. I watch in awe as I slice one wrist once, twice, and thrice for good measure. I feel no pain, just white noise and a calmness. I change hands, and the glass feels heavy; I feel it go deep and deeper; I let the glass drop and get into the tiny shower and turn on the water; it’s lukewarm it reminds me of my shitty apartment . I let it wash over me clothes and all. I slide down against the wall all the way to the floor and watch the water wash the blood away, but it keeps coming back every time; soon, I am feeling sleepy and cold, oh so cold. I can feel the darkness pulling me, and I want to surrender. My thoughts suddenly tur

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