A World Without You Novels & Stories

The silence reigned. Once teeming with vibrant hues and boundless vitality, the Nexus now seems muted, almost melancholy. Zara's hands were shaking as she knelt on the chilly floor, pressing them against the empty pedestal that had once held the crystalline sphere. It was gone, and Kael was gone too. It was as if something essential had been torn from her chest. Despite the deafening quiet around her, Kael's last words, "You're going to save the world, Zara," continued to reverberate in her mind. I have faith in you.

"Without sorrow, there can be no struggle." "Without hatred, there can be no kindness." The two answered each other. Their words caused the spirit of the world to tremble as they spoke. Long Chen and Blue Firebird glared at the spirit of the world with intensity. "A world without any of that would be a world without color. We don't want a world like that!" they both exclaimed in unison. "Then what? What kind of world do you want? Huh? What kind of world?" the spirit of the world shouted.

He stormed out and slammed the door behind him. I sat on the couch, unable to sleep all night. At dawn, a friend request with a woman's profile picture popped up on social media. Within ten seconds, messages started flooding in. A photo appeared, showing a woman with bare shoulders. Next to her was Eli, sound asleep. "He will never marry you. So what if you have a daughter with him? We made love all night, and he just fell asleep. Eli told me that he despises you and finds you nauseating."

♠ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒎� ��𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔.

Gavin's entire body trembled, his already pale face draining of what little color it had left. His dark eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Margaret like a crouching wolf ready to strike. Margaret wasn't intimidated. She simply spoke, her tone cold and distant, "I don't know what happened between you and Marjorie. I don't know why she suddenly showed up in Endrophia... I don't know anything about your life anymore. But the one thing I do know, without a doubt, is that I'm not going back with you.

His wife came knocking on her door and beat her up too. Just like that, plagued by a series of scandals, the up-and-coming artist vanished from sight. No one knew where Sasha went. However, none of that had anything to do with me. I had long since moved on and found the joy of my life, leaving no regrets behind.

The Jackals held their breath. ​The warehouse, the city, and the empire were all balanced on the edge of a single heartbeat. The "Proposal" was forgotten on the table. The "Vatican White" was a ghost. There was only the father, the lover, and the girl caught in the crossfire of a war that had no winners. ​"Goodbye, Roman," Arthur said, his voice cold and final. ​"Not today, Vulture," Roman replied.

, “ are you married?” “Anyways, your world is better than ours. I've read somewhere that you people, I mean you all have soulmates for life. That's really awesome. To love someone and be loved by that one throughout the life unconditionally, its awesome.'' I got quiet for a few seconds wondering how beautiful their life must be . how good it must be felt to be loved by someone beyond any reason.

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

It was packed with vacation clothes, and sitting right on top of the clothes was a brand-new, unopened box of condoms. Chloe said: "I’m packing my bags. Gavin and I are flying abroad tomorrow to watch the match." Seeing my cold face and silence. Chloe deliberately added: "The World Cup only happens every four years. It’s super popular. So many people want to watch it but can’t squeeze their way in." "Those who can’t squeeze in are destined to be left out." My patience was gradually running out. My tone was cold and stern: "I’m only here for the pillow. You can have Gavin!"