Novel & Cerita A Corner Of The Universe Book

UNHOLY FANTASIES PEARL, ROBINSON & BRYAN PEARL'S POV I'm alone in the locker room, lying on the cold, hard metal bench next to my locker. I'm staring up at the ceiling, letting my hands roam up and down my body. I curl my fingers under the tight, cropped shirt I wear with the words MAPLETOWN TORNADOES emblazoned across in gold lettering.

For just a second the pain stopped. I quickly opened up the book to a random page once the aching in my chest started back up. The first page I set eyes on didn't even have a fighting chance. I stabbed it and tore though it not even giving anyone a chance to react. Slowly the page started to catch on fire and ash instantly formed. Once the page completely turned to ash I lifted up the book and brushed off the pieces that use to be the page. A siren started inside the room and multiple screens filled the walls. I spun around going through all universes and landed on the universe I knew it was reporting on.

She closes her eyes for a moment, as she opens it and chooses the middle and core world of his game, whispering. “The book of DEATH REINCARNATE.” Hearing the pleasant title of the world that HE is somewhat been rooting for as it is the very world where He plans everything to spin and twist as the final battlefield. Worst as it is the primary word where HE imprisons the primary and primordial sins who defies HIM along with the first creation that rebels against HIM. HE could not help but giggle in pleasure and excitement as HE draws a final sinister smile at the very end and whispers.

I wasn't sure what, exactly, but ever since the cosmic reshaping, I'd felt an inexplicable pull towards this forgotten corner of our territory. A glint caught my eye - a sliver of silver peeking out from between two crumbling tomes. Heart racing, I gently eased the books apart. There, nestled in the shadows, lay a slim volume bound in shimmering, opalescent leather. As my fingers brushed its surface, a jolt of energy surged through me. This was it. This was what I'd been searching for. With trembling hands, I lifted the book from its resting place. Its cover bore no title, only an intricate pattern of swirling lines that seemed to shift and dance as I watched. Taking a deep breath, I opened

The Unraveler’s whisper turns sharp, furious, a snake’s hiss. "You SEE? They make you a jailer of horrors! They show you only the cost, never the NECESSITY!" Lies. Beautiful, poisonous lies. But the stain… oh gods, the stain remains. The cosmic horror isn’t just witnessed; it’s ingrained. The universe looks different now. Frayed. Thin. Like cheap cloth held over an infinite, hungry mouth. I see the potential for unmaking in the flicker of a candle flame, in the spaces between atoms. The Child’s truth was a brand.

I placed my satchel on my lap. The book has taken over his world. It's how I see it. He is reading something about parallel universe, it’s what I can see from the rolled page. I lean closer so he could hear me perfectly. “Do you believe in a parallel universe?” He close the book that he’s been reading this whole time and create a distance between us. Well, maybe he is reminding me that we are not acquainted. I lean back from the table that’s separating us. I wryly smile while he is looking at me like I am an annoying creature that approaches random strangers. Oh well, it’s partially right, or absolutely.

But for this moment, at least, the pack house stood secure, reality itself reinforced against those who would twist it to their purposes. And at the center of this cosmic defense sat a small child playing with stones, unaware of how extraordinary her perception truly was, concerned only with maintaining the patterns she could see so clearly—patterns that held the universe together in delicate, perfect balance.

I brushed off my thoughts and went scanning other books. But before I did, I look on my surroundings. There are a few students who were reading just like me. They are also wearing casual clothes for the meantime. No way, I'm going to stay here alone. Who knows ghosts or that shapeshifter might popped out here? I sighed out of relief and went back reading. "The History of our World," I read the title written in the ash gray book cover. This is the World of Tempest. It is once a dark turbulent, stormy continent everyone might see.

" And this is for you. " Ritvik handed over his spare wristwatch to Arjun. " Thanks for this. " Arjun replied to him. Ritvik tried looking for Rhythm. He looked all around but he was unable to find him and then his eyes went to the book that was kept under the table lamp. It was ' Cosmos by Carl Sagan' It looked like Rhythm liked its cover. Initially, Rhythm went there because he liked the lamp but the cover of the book did attract him. He can't read anything that was written there.