Absolute Threshold Novel Novels & Stories

Something he did not have the courage to listen to. But when Jonah eventually got up, closing his laptop and going back to his cold, empty bed, he knew the truth. The tension wasn't done. It has increased. The middle-of-the-night phone call, the spat name, the charged silence—it had all drawn them that much closer to a precipice each of them was reluctant to cross. The novel was a fantasy. The tension was one of only two realities that existed between them anymore, a heavy vibrating wire stretched out tight over the city at midnight, connecting two black windows, and neither of them knew how much longer it could hold off from shattering before it did.

"I’d rather burn in the truth of our mess than freeze in his perfect lie. We are the Billionaire and the Ex-Wife. Let’s show them why the 'Ex' is the most dangerous variable in the world." They closed their eyes. The child-Arthur held the flower between them. Leo reached into the deepest, darkest corners of his memory—the boardroom, the cold penthouse, the sight of Meilin walking away in the London rain. Meilin reached into hers—the hunger, the loneliness, the terrifying hope she felt every time she saw a gold car. The Trash-Sector began to vibrate. The piles of discarded memories ignited into a violet-and-black fire. The "Noise" became a roar that shook the foundations of the Absolute.

She hit the stone floor with her shoulder, pain ricocheting through her too-thin body. Her ribs ached. Her jaw throbbed. Her wrists sizzled beneath the silver. Nova's thoughts blurred, sharp edges dissolving into a haze of fear and pain. The cold stone pressed against her skin. The world tilted—once, twice—and then slipped away from her entirely as darkness dragged her under.

Now all I saw was a pathetic man drowning in his own ego. He never understood me, or maybe he never even tried to. Kian thought I couldn’t live without him. He never realized that leaving him was the first time I’d truly been able to breathe. I replied to Harper with a rolling eyes emoji and typed, "He can continue being delusional." Over the following weeks, I threw myself completely into photography work and my new life. The scenery in Vaelith was beautiful. I wandered through the city with my camera, photographing rain-soaked streets, elderly men feeding pigeons, and couples kissing beneath glowing streetlights.

"I was tortured for three miserable years. You call that protection?" The majestic voice fell silent for a moment. "Severe psychological trauma has been detected as a result of your experience within the novel world. As compensation, in addition to your standard completion reward, an extra premium privilege—Absolute Will—has been granted to you." "What does that mean?" "It means that from this moment on, any attempt to manipulate or mislead you through psychological, emotional, or verbal means will be completely nullified. You are now permanently immune to manipulation." I froze. Permanently immune to manipulation…

Why isn't it stopping this? The System stayed silent. Of course it did. In a game like this, nobody cared if a side character lived or died. I was just an NPC. An obstacle in the leads' romance. A disposable villain there to make the male lead look better. But the pain was real. Way too real. "Still not talking?" Heidi pressed down harder. I heard skin split, then felt another rush of warmth spill out. Black spots flickered across my vision like static from an old TV.

Lila’s POV I stumbled out of the cab and the cold air hit my face hard enough to make the world tilt. My phone kept buzzing in my bag but I ignored it and leaned against a brick wall to catch my breath. Snow fell soft and quiet around me and the streetlights blurred into halos. I knew what waited if I looked online. My name was everywhere. My face next to Zane’s with headlines screaming mistress and homewrecker and gold-digger. Tomorrow would be hell but tonight I just needed to forget.

A tremor started in her core and radiated out to her fingertips, a vibration of pure, overwhelming release. "Wolfy?" she gasped. Her vision swam, black spots dancing in the corners. Wolfy stared at the screen. His mouth was slightly open. He wasn't counting. He wasn't calculating. He was just watching. "72%," Wolfy whispered. "We have crossed the threshold. The energy potential is... it is absolute." Barzil let out a long, shuddering exhale. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against the cool metal of the table. His shoulders shook.

But ever since she moved the nightmares had been more frequent. She looked out the window at the street below. Noticing a strange dark shadow of a boy that had been staring up at the building. She looked down at herself wondering if he could see her knowing he couldn’t, she was on the top floor of her building, no one could see her. Struggling to pull herself away Abigail sat down at the desk and began reading, and rereading the contract,as if by some miracle she could spot a loophole. But she was not well versed in this type of thing. So the more she read the more her head started to hurt.