The Perfect Man

The Perfect Man

Book Type

Classic Modern Literature

Genre/Categry

Adventure - Romance - Crime - Drama

Developmental Stage

First Draft 80% Completed

Book Type

Modern Classic Literature

Genre/Categry

Adventure - Romance - Crime - Drama
Adventure - Romance - Crime - Drama

Developmental Stage

Developmental Stage

First Draft 80% Completed
First Draft 80% Completed

The Perfect Man is an adventurous story told by, and through the eyes of, Oliver. At the beginning, Oliver has a picture-perfect, peaceful life in a warm home with his family on the beach in Cornwall. Everything changes one summer when they receive guests. His parents lifelong best friends arrive, along with their youngest and most beautiful daughter, Adelle.


That summer, Oliver loses the rationality he is known for as he slowly falls in love with Adelle. From that point on, everything he does is driven by the desire to become a man worthy of her. His goddess. Since that summer, life has taken Oliver on a strange and lonely path, filled with both extraordinary pain and quiet beauty. The story follows his journey of finding answears until some 10 years later where he is the king of his own kingdom, living what seems to be an ideal life in London.


Perhaps no one had it better than he did before he is kidnapped and tortured in his own home by someone he once called a friend, a man who also happens to be the most popular internet celebrity in the world, known, and regarded as the perfact man. Because of that night, Oliver ends up lying on a pavement, bleeding out with a smile on his face as helicopters circle overhead, broadcasting what would become known as the bloodiest day London, and Britain, had ever seen.

I’ve always been drawn to stories, the kind that settle quietly and never quite leave. My first love was cinema, the kind that haunts the edges of your mind after the screen goes dark. And for as long as I’ve known myself, I’ve known I would write.

Sometimes I imagine a small seaside town, weathered and beautiful. An apartment with tall windows and shelves heavy with books, paintings leaning against the walls, a piano waiting in the corner. A typewriter sits on a table out on the terrace. Below, the voices of passersby drift up, birds stir in the trees, a bell sounds somewhere far off. I sit in the light, in the open air, and feel that quiet joy that comes when something imagined becomes real, slowly, completely, until you forget there was ever a difference.

Ivan Begić

Storyteller

My Why?

I’ve always been drawn to stories, the kind that settle quietly and never quite leave. My first love was cinema, the kind that haunts the edges of your mind after the screen goes dark. And for as long as I’ve known myself, I’ve known I would write.


Sometimes I imagine a small seaside town, weathered and beautiful. An apartment with tall windows and shelves heavy with books, paintings leaning against the walls, a piano waiting in the corner. A typewriter sits on a table out on the terrace. Below, the voices of passersby drift up, birds stir in the trees, a bell sounds somewhere far off. I sit in the light, in the open air, and feel that quiet joy that comes when something imagined becomes real, slowly, completely, until you forget there was ever a difference.

Ivan Begić

Storyteller